The Chronicle -

As I count my blessings this Thanksgiving, I find myself reflecting a bit differently this go around.

I find myself thinking of time not as a linear construct, but instead as this intricate, interwoven assembly of moments.

I am sensing this more and more the longer I live away from my family in Pennsylvania, as I wade through, void of their physical presence in my daily life.

After two years away, the feeling of loneliness has gained a new depth for me, but I am thankful for those memories that pad my days as I muse the people I miss.

It's the little things, really.

I think about my mo...