I am at my sister’s home in Rochester, NY. Our children are near in age and have always frolicked when we gather. Now they are teenagers, yet still seem to click. My oldest took the train in from Vermont to join us. My sister and I are baking and cooking ourselves into a euphoric twirl; the wine helps. Every corner of the house smells of garlic and sage. I am so grateful. No matter what the conditions of our lives, or the world, when I am in the bosom of my family there is always enough love to go around. Same to you. Happy Thanksgiving.