Gratitude and Fear in a Violent Year

So this Thanksgiving, as I spend it with family—and am I grateful for them? I suppose I am, although it seems too pale a word for the strange and intense and integral feeling of family—I won’t be swinging my Gratefulness from tree to tree, because, of course, I can’t climb trees to save my hide, but also because thankfulness is annoying. And probably nobody wants to … Continue reading Gratitude and Fear in a Violent Year