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(One of the things I miss in Mexico is getting mail. This is particularly true in the holiday season when one of my favorite things is receiving my sister’s annual Christmas letter and sitting down with a hot mug of coffee and reading it. It’s a letter that is invariably filled with both humor and hope, written in the true spirit of the season, with roots in lessons that we both learned years earlier.) 

Several months ago I wrote about a juggler on our street who juggles fruit found along the sidewalk. He brightens each day that my grandson and I come across him on our walk home from preschool. 

It’s that time of year – the time for making lists and checking them twice.  

I’m not adept at a lot of things. But one thing I am good at is finding ways to celebrate Thanksgiving without having to be the one to cook the turkey.

We were driving to Puerto Vallarta for a short vacation last week when my daughter turned around from the front seat and pointed out palm trees to my grandsons. 

I was upset to read in last week’s paper that street vendors were going to be evicted from city center.