I am thankful to witness nervous and not so nervous students recite poems.
I am thankful my daughter willingly accompanies me in the thick fog to a reading, insisting that I get my book signed, though she was weary and ready to call it a night.
I am thankful to live near the City of Books. My world is full of words.
And I am thankful for generous writers, those brave souls that pressed on and published and offer up encouragement along the way.
(Add Stephanie Kallos to your calendar the next time she comes through town; you won't be sorry. She reads her prose with an actor's flair and answered questions with such warmth. I'm so glad Lexi came along.)