It's Thanksgiving in the US, and still 5 AM in the Northwest, so I'm laying in bed, thinking of all I have to be thankful for.

So many things are good! Even when things look bleak, I find that when I turn them around and examine them from all angles there's something good there. Even the death of my dad earlier this year got my sister and me working together, something we hadn't done for a long time.

I haven't been able to work on my stories the way I'd like, but when I asked myself why I'd like to have more time, the answer is I'm thankful for all the talent displayed by the people here and my stories are a way to reciprocate! You have all shared so much about your struggles, your feelings, your thrills, your thoughts ... It just goes on and on!

Sometimes I feel that people just don't understand me, and frankly don't want to, but I know that so many of you do! You tell me in your writing!

You give voice to so much I want to scream at people, at least once every day, as I struggle with people that I love and respect, but don't have the strength to confront.

So many times when I get overwhelmed by PTSD triggers coming from a lifetime of gaslighting and people taking great pleasure in "proving me wrong", you are a reminder that those people are often the ones who are wrong.

Happy Thanksgiving, you all! And remember, I'm thankful for all of you!