{"id":95333,"date":"2021-06-26T18:15:22","date_gmt":"2021-06-26T22:15:22","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=95333"},"modified":"2021-06-26T18:17:31","modified_gmt":"2021-06-26T22:17:31","slug":"95333","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2021\/06\/95333\/","title":{"rendered":"Thanksgiving, 1991"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Mother stroked and I cried in the bathroom.<\/p>\n<p>I was acting so strangely, trying not<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>to yell at the kids. But I did, and my sister<\/p>\n<p>yelled at me. We did pull it together,<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>roasting the turkey and mashing potatoes.<\/p>\n<p>There was gravy and the candied yams<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>she loved so much. The ones with 1\/2 C. of brandy.<\/p>\n<p>Don carved &#8220;the bird&#8221;, that\u2019s what Mom called it.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>And, we drank wine, toasting our mother who loved<\/p>\n<p>her mashed potatoes and gravy. And her vino.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Mother stroked and I cried in the bathroom. I was acting so strangely, trying not &nbsp; to yell at the kids. But I did, and my sister yelled at me. We did pull it together, &nbsp; roasting the turkey and mashing potatoes. There was gravy&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1134,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[11],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-95333","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-half-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/95333","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1134"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=95333"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/95333\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":95381,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/95333\/revisions\/95381"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=95333"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=95333"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=95333"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}