Episode 74: My sister texts me pictures of her Sunday table and I never counted the plates until her neighbor said something at the car wash
Submitted by Corrie — Grand Rapids, Michigan. 41. My sister lives eleven minutes from me. I want to say that first, because people hear the rest of this and start looking for a state line in it, or a screaming match at a funeral. There isn't one. Eleven minutes. Same city, same river, she's on the good side of it. When our mother died in the spring of 2019, my sister told me the family was done with holidays. That was the phrase she used, done with holidays. Everybody's worn out, nobody wants to cook for fourteen people, the cousins have their own kids now. It made sense to me. It made so…
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