A Different Kind of Holiday

No matter the occasion, my mother loved to cook and feed people. That was her

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Mom and Dad

thing. Our family was always getting together for some reason or another and during those times, food was the main staple. However, when the end of November neared, my mother would begin planning her meal. She’d begin cooking late Tuesday evening and wouldn’t stop until early Thanksgiving day. She was certain to cook all of my favorite foods as well as those of my siblings. On Thanksgiving Day, Mom would...