Gratitude in spite of all

Finding Gratitude in the Face of Adversity: A Progressive’s Thanksgiving

My friends, family and I are still grateful

Photo by author Carol Lennox. LPC, M.Ed., of one of the oldest bookstores in the world. Located in Inverness, Scotland

For most of my life, I was grateful to live in the United States, even when I was a young radical in the late 1960s and 1970s.

I was grateful we could peacefully protest. I believed my vote counted, even though I was in Texas. We used to elect Democrats here in the Lone Star State. We even had a female governor or two. Ann Richards was our pistol-packin’, motorcycle-ridin’, feminist, populist governor. She was my idol and that of my family.

So back then, I was even thankful to be a Texan. Oh, how things change. Now we have one of the most restrictive abortion bans in the United States. To name just one regressive stance of the Lone Star State.

That was then. So what am I grateful for now?

I’m grateful for my son, my sisters, and their families. It doesn’t hurt they are all progressive as well. We all voted for Kamala Harris.

While many of my psychotherapy clients, and some of my friends, face family over the Thanksgiving table who did not vote Democrat or at least Green Party, we won’t have any divisive and possibly…