It may be a while before I write again, so the annual thanks list is a little early this year…
I am thankful for…
my tough blue-collar roots. They make me ambitious and they have taught me to drop f-bombs like I mean business.
my two hysterical little brothers, who aren’t so little anymore.
learning to cook and for inheriting my grandma’s cookbooks full of her chicken-scratch advice.
my dad’s wit and the books he used to give me. He gave me my first book of poetry.
the sound of kids playing at the playground within earshot of my apartment windows (but not when they start a screaming contest during my naptime).
my mom’s down-to-earthedness and the face she passed onto me.
friends near and far. They are my counselors, my fitness trainers, my strength, and my surrogate family.