Thirteen years ago, when I was a senior in high school, I had an assignment to write an “I’m Thankful For” piece–a list of fun things for which we were thankful, organized by rhyme and alliteration–modeled after a piece in the local newspaper. I loved writing it. It was the first time I really went through the process of thinking about words and how to organize them, and I remember thinking that maybe I could do this thing that Sondheim and other lyricists do. I didn’t entertain that idea again for another five years, but now that I am a lyricist I enjoy looking back on this piece at Thanksgiving not only to see a snapshot of who I was at age 17 but to remember the first joyous impulses of playing around with the sounds of words.

I’m Thankful For
To the creators, innovators, accelerators, investigators, and educators:
I am thankful for Latin, satin, General Patton, The Cat in the Hat, and a welcoming mat. For Gone With the Wind, winter, windows, white, woods, and Woody Allen. For digression, progression, a procession, and possession, for lessons, for success, when someone cleans up my mess, and my personal best.
“Angels We Have Heard on High,” I am thankful for creation, elation, and emancipation, the Emperor Vespasian, and congratulations. For cereal, the ethereal, the lyrical, and satirical. For my singing voice and personal choice. For working hard and birthday cards, for blankets, my brother, balloons, and the Bard.
For reading, speeding, and succeeding, for need, greed, and getting a lead. For chocolate, chicken, and cheese, and especially for my sister, Leez. For Steven Spielberg, silence, the city (especially New York City), singing in the rain, silk, and 2% milk.
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