Alice! Come to dinner with us!

(I love fruitcake- but no walnuts, please!)


Somehow, due to the changes and chances of this mortal life, no two Thanksgivings ever seem to be the same. Every other year I have my two kids and my mom and her partner, but on the alternate years it's anyone's guess what will happen or where. Last year was a pot-luck buffet in Clinton, GA with a stream of cousins I'd never met; this year we bless this house we've built with the usual gang and anyone else we can invite over (Alice? I know it's a stretch, but you're welcome to come!). So, sorry to say, the script never seems to be very similar from year to year.

Allison