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gratitude blog

I have sent cards and given gifts. But some things are not so tangible. What can be more real than the taste of mud when you fall flat on your face?

Here is my gratitude diary:

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I sat with my mom on my parents' bed, watching the Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade on TV. Our home was in Phoenix, Arizona, over 2,000 miles from the spectacular event.

Poets can teach us a great deal about being grateful.

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For Americans all over the world today is Thanksgiving, now I could be my usual snarky self and make some comments about some of the less wholesome aspects of the nature of this holiday, but I will be

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Since childhood, Thanksgiving has always been my favorite holiday.

Robin And Eliot

     My husband Blue

We give thanks for those who came before 

We give thanks for those yet to come 

 for those who have served in war and

those who have served to make peace.

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Back in 1983 or so, I traveled to Europe for the summer. I stayed with some German cousins of a different generation who could hardly speak English.

GRATITUDE