Thanks for nothing 2020!

Tomorrow, I will set the table for the smallest Thanksgiving dinner I’ve ever hosted on a family heirloom that still reels from the indignity of its life as a desk.

Oh, 2020, you emerged with such promise and so quickly became a four-digit curse.

Thanks for nothing…and thanks for everything you’ve taught us about what arises from that nothing.

It’s true that the sturdy dining room table I inherited from my mother in-law, the Outlaw Mary Jane, spent most of its life happily burdened by wax-dripping birthday cakes, celebratory salmon and steak meals, and generations of intense game players and messy eaters. Sometimes, I wonder how uncomfortable it must feel for a piece of furniture so used to happy chaos to bear the solitary weight of two mute laptops and me, a boring remote employee.

In a million other years, I’d never be okay celebrating Thanksgiving in such an understated way. But, this is 2020 and I’ve learned exponentially during these long, painful months.

I’ve learned, for instance, that distance can be relative and distant relatives so very close. My own immediate family stretches from Queens, New York to Los Angeles, CA, that’s 2,808 miles as the well-trained crow flies, and, thanks to technology and sheer determination, we still chat every day. I can almost feel their heartbeats the way I used to do when they rested on my lap and I understand, now, that love and parental engagement know no boundaries.

I’ve learned that beautiful things lie within empty spaces.

All that nothingness of 2020 has taught us what really matters in this old world.

COnsider for a mOment that hollow O and every wOrd it bOOsts from its cOre.

COmfort. JOy. LOve. GlOry. ChOcolate. MOtherhOOd. MemOries. GrOwth.


That’s the ticket out of here, right? Hope?

I hope you and your family enjOy a healthy, happy Thanksgiving.

May GOd bless yOu all.

This was our Thanksgiving table last year, full of food and family.
Grandma Mary Jane’s table (pictured here in 1998), is used to fun! food! and family times.
This is what that table looks like now. A dignified, though lonely, desk featuring laptops, notepads, sticky notes and expired Kohls cash.
But, as this HOudini Plaza display will tell yOu, there is still hOpe and hOpe endures.

11 thoughts on “Thanks for nothing 2020!

  1. Your writing today is simply amazing and touched my soul. Hope is just a glimmer for me. But maybe I can find ways to nurture it……

    1. Thank you so much for this very kind comment. It made my heart swell. I hope that glimmer in you glows and that you find some joy today and every day.

  2. Thank you for adding your wise counsel at this time of loneliness and despair for too many. This too shall pass, but in the meantime we have to create new ways to continue to live our lives fully.

    Happy Thanksgiving to you and your wide-spread family!

  3. Last Sunday in my little church here in Washington, the sermon was about giving what each of us has to give; this what many faiths encourage. I confess that my prayers nearly always go the other way– carefully honed requests, even as pleas. Reversing, I find much that is joyful. Clay Lewis

    1. I like the idea of a thanks-giving. Hope you and Joan have a good one Clay. As always, I’m so grateful for your support of my writing. 😁

  4. 2020 has been a bigger pile of! @#$ than 2016 (which WAS a bad year!). I can’t wait for it to end. So long and farewell, 2020- you cursed us with coronavirus and took the lives of more of our idols.

    1. We should have known it was going to be a bad one when it started off with that terrible Kobe Bryant helicopter crash.

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