Well folks, we've made it to yet another Thanksgiving. The gateway drug of the holiday season. The beginning of the end. We drudged through winter, swam through spring and sweat through summer just to get here. Ghosts and ghouls have flown through town and scared away the lingering pockets of August heat, carelessly taking the beautiful golden and rusted leaves with them. The only things left to harvest are the coats from our closets and the decorations from our attics. With the birds migrating south and the Sun taking off work earlier each day, nature is gently pushing us inward, compelling us to gather indoors and huddle close to each other until ...

In many ways, the sound of silence can be most rewarding whilst at the dinner table. A once chatty group, a veritable snowball of conversation, growing in size (and volume) as each new topic or joke or story is added to the mix, is now silenced by a strange and overwhelming force. Dinner has been served and we’ve all shut up. I know tonight’s offering is especially hitting the spot as myself and my dinner mates have failed to utter a single word since the plates hit the table. What a welcome relief this silence truly is. It’s been a hard week. We’ve all come to this table hoping that a little conversation and chow might begin to restore ...