It’s amazing how the body knows dates. I’ll get sad in February and have no idea why, and then realize it’s the anniversary of my dad dying.
Today is the anniversary of the last Thanksgiving before my marriage fell apart. I always think of Christmas as the dramatic ending, but that Thanksgiving was when I was pretending everything was fine.
A week befor…
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