As I type this, I am sheltering in place – at my place.

If you are really lucky and have a friend who is a teacher, they may just ask you to read to their class this month.

Every February 11, something incredible, even magical, happens.

As a kid ripping the wrapping paper off my Dream Veterinarian Barbie, Barbie Camper or pretty much any Christmas present, I never questioned why.

Preparing to write this piece, I decided to research thankfulness, gratitude, gratefulness – you know – the stuff we talk about as we stuff turkey down our throats every November.

Halloween stuff starts showing up in stores before the back-to-school merchandise goes on clearance. If you haven’t been Halloween shopping, you are missing out, my friend.

How would you describe a good neighbor?

All I really need to know, I learned in kindergarten.”

On a rare, warm, dry day this spring, I ventured out onto the Shiawassee River in my kayak to take in the fresh air, the sunshine, you know – Mother Nature in all her glory.

I love a good Awareness Month. There is a month for everything.