When I was in high school, toward the end of football season my senior year, one of my buddies, Chris Wray, and I would sing the first few lines of Merle Haggard’s then new song, “If We Make It Through December,” before practice. Trudging onto the cold, football field, with the Oklahoma wind sweeping down …
The details are murky, because only two firsthand accounts of the feast exist. What we do know is that those early pilgrims had experienced four very difficult years. Only 53 of the original 102 colonists had survived to join the table at that first thanksgiving celebration. But there they were, joined by some of the …
The clothes he would never wear again, haphazardly strewn across the laundry room floor, had almost hidden it. It was about the size of a silver dollar, staring at me, gleaming in the shadows, like it was waiting to be found again. It was our son, Harrison’s, Alcoholics Anonymous chip. I silently rejoiced that I …