The Big, Fat Turkey Lie OR Why I Have Always Hated Thanksgiving
First thing I heard this morning was my husband chuckling as he climbed back in bed. “Go check out the kids,” he said. “They are snuggling for Thanksgiving.” I tiptoed down the hall and peeked into my...
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It can happen in just a second. We are chatting happily about nothing in particular and the light suddenly shifts. Something I said either sparked a memory or struck an exposed wound that I didn’t see,...
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