Last Thanksgiving we dined alone. I’m remembering an over-roasted turkey leg with a side of anxiety for me . . .
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11/25/21
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At 6 p.m. last Sunday, I tore off two layers of plastic sheeting covering the double doors that separate my upstairs living room from my ground-level family room, which are connected by a simple pine staircase. It was a triumphal moment.
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1/10/13
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