
“I was supposed to be singing a concert,†said my friend and choir colleague Theresa, “then I got an email with the header: Cancelled, due to infidelity.â€

“I was supposed to be singing a concert,†said my friend and choir colleague Theresa, “then I got an email with the header: Cancelled, due to infidelity.â€

It’s become an absolute Thanksgiving tradition that the night before the parade Jon and I head to the Natural History Museum to see the giant balloons tethered down under nets, ready and waiting to fly.

It’s that time of year when we habitually stop and think of things that we are thankful for, then I write them on the totally awesome DIY chalk board that I made (technically supervised Jon making).

As Thanksgiving approaches it’s good to have a cocktail on hand to combat any seasonal stresses. My in-laws are visiting from Scotland this year, and though ordinarily I would not find this stressful, the last parental visit we had coincided with a hurricane and a black out, so I’m morbidly expecting the worst, and stocking up on vodka just in case.

What’s not to love about Thanksgiving? Americans eat mashed sweet potatoes covered in mini marshmallows, drizzled with maple syrup, then broilled / grilled to a molten goo. This is amazing.

You know the set up – a party, lots of chat, lots of noise. And suddenly somebody says something that synchs up with an infinitesimal lull, and a sentence slices through the atmosphere like a hot knife through butter.
“Then I woke up and there was a penguin in my bathroom!â€

One Halloween when my husband was a kid, he was picked by his school to be in one of those murder mysteries that were the absolute Newest Craze – the kind that you can still buy now in a box with a picture of roses and a dagger on the front. The local Rotary Club was having an all-proceeds-to-charity party, and he was to be part of the entertainment.
It was impossible to imagine it a week ago when my parents and sister arrived in New York for a holiday. We’d heard the warnings of course, stocked up with water, hunkered down. But the threat was intangible. Theoretical. And then the power went out.


As part of his job, twice a year my husband has to get up earlier than usual, head out to a lecture hall and listen to a talk about being a responsible researcher.