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  6:43 PM, Thanksgiving Day Carrie’s cell phone rings.  It’s Miranda.  Carrie picks up.   Carrie: Is this the annual I’m-in-hell call? Miranda: I’m in hell.  Are you in hell?  Please tell me you’re in hell. Carrie: Well…. Miranda: Carrie, Steve is leading my entire family in a Piano Man sing-along.  Please don’t let me… Read more »

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Thanksgiving morning, 1961, Mom woke me quietly and whispered, “Rory is sick. If you wake him up before you leave, you’re not going either.” I shook my head yes. I felt bad that my younger brother, Rory, wouldn’t see the parade, but I was happy to go with Dad alone. It was much easier having… Read more »

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Each Thanksgiving, we pause to recognize the things we are truly thankful for. Among my many blessings are my wonderful friends and the fact that each year I get to spend the holiday in Scotland with a small and very important group of them. “Scotland?!” you exclaim. Well, the Thanksgiving traditions with these friends date… Read more »