I have many things to be thankful for--three of the biggest ones are hanging off my neck right now as I'm typing. But, today I'm most thankful for my mother who understands that sometimes good company is miles better than a dish from a sick daughter. Thanks mom. This one's for you from Grace Nichols' collection titled The Fat Black Woman's Poems (and no, my mom's not fat):
Why Shouldn’t She? My mother loved cooking but hated washing up Why shouldn’t she? cooking was an art she could move her lips to then the pleasure feeding the proverbial multitude (us) on less than a loaf and two fishes Happy thanksgiving to all!
