Thanksgiving is no longer on the horizon — it's breaking over us like a sneaker wave. I have so much for which to be thankful it’s hard to know where to start.
Everybody knows that “It takes the whole village to raise a child,” but not everyone realizes that it takes the whole village to enable elders to remain in the homes they love. I joke that women become invisible at 60, but it’s unfortunately true.
So my first servings of gratitude go to the villagers who have helped me have a warm, safe house, secure in the knowledge that I can live here as long as I can sit up and take nourishment.