It’s Fiction Friday, so you get another post from “guest blogger” and main character from my novel The Myth of Jake, Maggie Carlton. Today, she shares details from her first Thanksgiving since separating from her husband, Tom.


I approached my first uncoupled Thanksgiving since Tom and I separated with much trepidation.

The holiday landed on one of my days with Sam, so that was a relief. But, in years past, we’d flown to Tennessee to be with my mother, brother, sisters and their families and besides the fact that our custodial arrangement didn’t allow for travel time, I felt a violent urge to do something altogether different this year.

So this is how it went down –

Me: “Hey, Sam, what do you want to eat for Thanksgiving this year?”

Sam: “We’ll just eat at MarMar’s house.”

Me: “No, Sam, we can’t go to MarMar’s house this year. You have to be back with Daddy on Saturday, remember?”

Sam thinks on this.

Sam: “Okay. I want hot dogs.”

Me: “Hot dogs?”

Sam: “With ketchup but no mustard and apples cut up and flat cheese and cookies after.”

Me: “Well, okay. Thanksgiving hot dogs it is. What do you want to do that day? Just you and me kiddo?”

Sam: “Not Daddy?”

Me: “Nope. Just us.”

Sam thinks again.

Sam: “I want to throw rocks in the lake.”

Me: “You want to throw rocks in the lake for Thanksgiving?”

Sam: “Yep.”

So there you have it. Sam and I woke up early and got the house straightened. We had lunch and then drove down to Lady Bird Lake which I will forever call Town Lake because, well, you can’t just change the name of a lake.

We went on a long walk around the lake – and when I say long I mean it took long, not that we went far – and gathered pebbles of all shapes and sizes. We dutifully threw them into the water. We went home, ate hot dogs prepared to Sam’s precise specifications, and watched Despicable Me 2 until the little guy fell asleep on the couch.

It was, without a doubt, the most un-Thanksgiving ever. And I couldn’t be more thankful.

Guest blogger Maggie Carlton is a journalist and author of three books. Her most recent book, Wired Differently But Bound Together : Marriage and Asperger’s Syndrome, was published in 2014. She teaches writing at various schools in the Central Texas area and conducts workshops for adults. She lives in Austin, Texas with her son, Sam.

One Response to “Fiction Friday: An Un-Thanksgiving”

  1. on 11 Dec 2015 at 12:57 pmSally peterson

    Love love love Maggie! I missed her the last few weeks. Sounds like she handled the holiday just right.

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