Topics: Therapy

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Memoir

I stood in my parents’ kitchen, washing my hands before making something to put in my stomach. Not that I was necessarily hungry, but who doesn’t fix themselves a snack when they go to visit Mom’s house? Even though the overhead lights were off, the whole room was glowing from the small, enchanting Wonderland of Christmas decor: elves, santas, ...

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