My Cup Runneth Over
The forty-five minutes it took me to drive “over the river and through the woods” to Elizabeth’s house for Thanksgiving dinner provided me with ample time to reflect on the things for which I am grateful at this stage of my life. I am using the term grateful, rather than thankful, because I think it implies something more comprehensive, implying acknowledgment of the involvement of other persons or influences. My first thought was gratitude for the handful of trees that still retained their leaves, in stark contrast to the rest of the barren wintry scene, as a reminder of the…








