November 2014


Sitting at the Thanksgiving table this week, my family began to tell stories about what a "picky" eater I was as a child. The list grew longer, and as they added they giggled and laughed more. No white foods, no sauces, no condiments, nothing with any type of texture to it, no carbonation, no fermented anything, no beans, no leafy vegetables, and no milk. Basically, every chance I got I lived on Thomas english muffins with butter, Quaker maple brown sugar oatmeal, and Kraft macaroni and cheese.

No way to make 'em

After compassionately listening to some long-winded, likely dramatic family story several years ago, an old friend told me, "people only do what they want to do, there is no way to make 'em do anything." At the time, I was just finishing my doctoral degree in psychology and was certain that with support, people can be convinced to change.


Clearly I am getting older. As this Thanksgiving approaches I am struck by how many times this year I sat back grateful for the opportunity to live another day. Although this is such a simple and obvious blessing it is the only one I am certain of having.