The argument started over cranberry stuffing.
It was Thanksgiving in Ohio, at my husband Daniel’s parents’ house. Their walls were covered with framed family photos, and everyone spoke so loudly that every conversation sounded like a competition.
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The argument started over cranberry stuffing.
It was Thanksgiving in Ohio, at my husband Daniel’s parents’ house. Their walls were covered with framed family photos, and everyone spoke so loudly that every conversation sounded like a competition.
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