I keep looking for another vintage Thanksgiving postcard, but most of them have creepy children wielding axes. Not my vision of Thanksgiving.

It is Thanksgiving here in the United States, and I have a LOT to be thankful for this year, including the fact that I am at home cooking Thanksgiving dinner.*

In a few minutes I will begin several hours of peeling, chopping, stirring, and roasting, with an occasional pause to put my feet up and count my blessings. Before I head downstairs to pull the turkey out of the refrigerator,** I want to take a moment to thank all of you who read History in the Margins, share my posts with your friends, send me e-mails, ask hard questions, point out mistakes, give me ideas for new posts, and cheer me on. Without you, I’d just be talking to myself.

*A week and a half ago, we were making contingency plans for who was going to cook the heritage turkey that was due to arrive a few days before the holiday in case I had to be elsewhere.
**Yes, it is thawed.

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Speaking of sending me ideas, I am currently issuing invitations to my annual Women’s History Month series of mini-interviews. I have some great people on board already, but I need more. If you “do” women’s history in any format, or know someone who does, or have an idea of someone you would love to see in the series, drop me a line. I’ve interviewed academics, biographers, podcasters, historical novelists, tour guides, and poets, but would be happy to talk to people who explore women’s history through music, puppet shows, graphic novels, the visual arts, interpretive dance….