For most of my adult life, my family celebrated Thanksgiving at my brother’s home in Michigan. We would come from Chicago, a sister would come from Toledo, another sister sporadically came from Seattle, and my third sister and folks lived near my brother. After my dad died at 90, I remember my mother who would …
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Tears of Thanksgiving
They started in my church parking lot. When I turned in, off of 26th Street, an older masked man motioned for me to veer right. Then a second older masked man signaled for me to open my window. He leaned over and told me to follow the car in front of me. I did. And …
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