Seriously. Thanksgiving has never been my favorite holiday. As much as I would love to have been the perfect hostess on this favored family day, it’s always been quite dysfunctional for me.
As much as I would love to imagine me as the perfect Thanksgiving Hostess. It’s just not meant to be!
Growing up, Thanksgiving is a fleeting memory. My dad was a New York City police officer and there were many Thanksgivings when he worked and on those Thanksgivings, the meal was eaten so fast that it was akin to a food eating contest at Coney Island. On other more “normal” Thanksgiving, we would share the meal with my grandparents.
THIS was more of a Normal Rockwell illustration of Thanksgiving with my family when we were growing up. 30 seconds to finish the meal. I’m not kidding.
And eventually by meal’s end, one of us would end up fighting…
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