Catapult Alumni | Nonfiction

Thanksgiving

You know it’s almost Thanksgiving when I open my desk drawer and blow the dust off my recipe file. My kids are grown, it’s just Michael and me, and who needs to cook for two. But this year, like every year, the whole extended family will congregate in my home, a gaggle of sons and […]

You know it’s almost Thanksgiving when I open my desk drawer and blow the dust off my recipe file. My kids are grown, it’s just Michael and me, and who needs to cook for two.But this year, like every year, the whole extended family will congregate in my home, a gaggle of sons and daughters, nieces and nephews and grandchildren. Like many families, our religious convictions are divided.Some go to mass. Others pray at shul.But Thanksgiving is our glue, the common link that binds us together.