My mother-in-law ordered me to cook Thanksgiving dinner for 30 people alone — so I boarded a plane.
My eyes were still burning when I stepped into the airport—raw, puffy, the way they get after the kind of crying you don’t come back from in a few minutes. I dragged my suitcase behind me, shoulders stiff, face numb, but inside me something had finally snapped into place. Thanksgiving morning, 3:17 a.m. I should … Read more