The coldest of nights, or the meanest of moods, or the saddest of circumstances, or the poofy middle of middle age, or the fear of your kids flying out of the nest you so tentatively feathered, or the hair that keeps turning gray, or the bad news that comes more often, or the sick parents, climate changes, bad turns that happen to our favorite fictional tv characters, or the sore back, cancelled plans, revised thoughts, broken hearts, dreams and cabinet doors don’t seem so bad when you have friends. Thanks to all of mine.
*the gratitude-a-thon 