As the last rays streamed down creating a masterpiece on the still water of the canal I was transfixed on how an ordinary canal running behind my mother's home became a work of art. The canal's dirt road,…

  The helpers in the kitchen on Thanksgiving day.     Homeland outside my mom's front door.                 My mother's traditional turkey cookies. That always adorn the dinner plate.        …

  Home The comfort of familiarity. I am thankful for everything in that familiarity.   – – – Our flight path flew over Paradise as smoke billowed and rolled into the valley, the clear sky turned ash gray. Since we…

  We are going home for Thanksgiving.