I was talking to my mother-in-law about Thanksgiving. “What is there to be thankful for?” she asked? I understood her desperate question. Bev has had a terrible year. Her husband’s dementia is out of control, her grandson just fathered a kid out of wedlock, the economy stinks, she has pain in her legs, and Barack Obama is still in the White House. “The world is going to pot,” Bev tells me. “How could a person be thankful for this?” I answered her in my latest blog for Purple Clover.