On this night before Thanksgiving, I thought I would take a moment to remember all of the many things for which I am thankful. And I am....SO thankful. When I was little, Thanksgiving was a flurry of turkey and mashed potatoes, stressed out female relatives slaving in the kitchen, endless piles of dirty dishes, turkey wishbones, football on the tv, wax pilgrim and Indian candles, crunchy piles of fall leaves, and long car drives to the Quad Cities where my grandparents lived. This year, our Thanksgiving will be simple. We are going out to dinner, so I have plenty of time to write, and pause, and just say thank you for all the blessings of my life: for afternoon walks with my husband on the new nature trail just blocks from our home. for unexpected vintage treasures, like the two yards of tiki fabric I found at the thrift store today. for my daughter, who is fifteen, sweet and smart, and has not yet tormented me with teenage angst. for a job that I love - teach...