Or would we, while stumbling through this exhausting, frazzled season of empty chairs and hollow celebrations, prefer to find a way to forget—ignore, erase, mute, move past—those we loved (hated) the most . . . and miss (don’t miss) the most?
Fill in the blank for you: holidays are the most __________ time of the year.
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That’s me in the photo above. On the left. (Oh, you guessed that?)
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