For Thanksgiving I ate at an Indian restaurant with three British girls. There were Indians and pilgrims and poultry but it wasn't quite the Thanksgiving of years past. A great feast all the same!

Lately I've been having Ira Glass read me bedtime stories every night. Without a TV and in need of inspiration for lesson plans, I've been devoting a lot of my time to this radio show. Last night I listened to 4 hours of the program. It's surprising how moving people's voices can be. There's no distraction of edited angles, wrinkle obscuring lights, and people reporting with painted faces. I like imagining. I feel like their stories become mine a little too. After morphing according to my mind's eye, they seem to wedge their way into my temporal lobe like they were there all along.

Get ready to be slammed with pictures next time!