Almost 20 years ago, I had a difficult talk with my mom. I told her I’d decided not to come home for Christmas. At the time, my reason was that I get depressed at Christmas time, and that trying to perform a festive mood for other people made me even more depressed. I’ve since come to understand that my personal expression of the holiday looks more like…
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