My Family Toasted

Mom. I hope you’re well too.

I did not add more.

It was enough.

That evening, I did not go to Naperville.

I hosted Thanksgiving in my apartment.

Not a performance.

A dinner.

Elena came and complained about my knives.

Daniel brought wine and a spreadsheet joke no one appreciated.

Rebecca brought pie from a bakery she claimed was legally superior.

Tasha came continue reading …