It was a perfect Thanksgiving.  (We weren't with family, and that was hard and strange!)  But we talked with everyone, and settled into our plan, and had an intimate feast that was lovely.  Clemmy even got a lil' smidge of turkey...just a little.

Now, pertinent thoughts...

In 1995, we moved back to the small town in southern Indiana, and the neighboring senior offered to drive me to our swim practice.

It was early, and all I remember was the country music blasting in her car.

Somehow those folks were having a day like mine- 14, high school, swim team, scared.

She swore by it and I was sunk- deep into lyrics and rhythms and an aching love. 

So now, when I’m looking for how I’m feeling, when I’m uncertain of what’s caught in my craw and rubbin’ me the wrong way, I look to the repertoire and find comfort, voice, and volume. 

Thank you, country music.   Always.