Ah. That time of year again when I reflect on the Thanksgiving when, inexplicably, my child said at the extended family dinner table that he was thankful for George W. Bush.
I kid. It’s the time of year that I think about what I’m thankful for. And it includes you all, my kindred souls who’re interested in the literature and messiness and dissection of adulthood. If I were a deranged millionaire, I’d fly you all here for a gigantic party.
I’m going up to cook my part of Thanksgiving dinner for my people, so there won’t be any new essays this week, but this is also the time of year that Pushcart Prize nominations are due. This year’s are:
Jennifer D. Munro’s “Leftovers”
Antonia Malchik’s “Writ in Water”
Jody Mace’s “The Population of Me”
Amy Robillard’s “The Bridge”
Deesha Philyaw’s “How Can You Be Mad at Someone Dying of Cancer?”
Zsofi McMullin’s “This Body”
Zsofi’s essay comes out the first week of December, so you’ll have to wait until then.
It’s getting harder each year to make my six nominations out of the nearly hundred essays FGP publishes, and my short list included every damn one of them, so peruse the archives if you find yourself waiting for the turkey to be done or needing some down time away from the loved (or tolerated) ones.
Until December, dahlinks!
Jennifer
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Mwah to you!!!!!
XO
Beth
xo, m’lady!
You are all deserving of the recognition. It’s an honour to get to read all of your words. This writer learned something from every one of your essays.