"Let us always be thankful for those who will raise their voices for what is right."

As has become tradition, I am sharing a Thanksgiving postcard that had belonged to my grandparents. Growing up, Thanksgiving was always held at my grandparents' home in Hamilton, NY. The happy memories live on, including burnt crescent rolls and singing around the table. As we gather again this year, as in years past, not everyone can join us. They are with us in spirit however. 

While I am most thankful for the family and friends in my life, it is easy for me, and many of us, to look back on this past year with despair and anxiety. In that vein, I am thankful for the chorus of voices, for the marching feet, for those of us who will not remain silent in the face unkindness, discrimination, exploitation, bullying, and misogyny. 

Let us always be thankful for those who will raise their voices for what is right.