It's becoming more apparent that soon I will be the last hold-out for sentimentality and tradition.
Starting with Thanksgiving dinner.
Dressing, to go with the turkey, is a necessity–whether you like it or not.
Ditto the pumpkin pie.
I had neither last week.
I was part of a group of people who decided a potluck dinner was the easiest solution.
Neither dressing nor pie was my responsibility.
I wish it had been.
It didn't feel like Thanksgiving without the two things that evoke childhood memories and make me all warm and fuzzy inside.