A responsibility that just isn't conferred on fathers
Thanksgiving — that’s a holiday I’ve always enjoyed. I guess because I like cooking, and eating, I enjoy dinner parties, I don’t mind a bit of family gossip. When I lived in Canada, and England, and Germany, even though Thanksgiving was not a thing, each year I found a way to make it happen in some shape of form: a potluck, a dinner out. I’d somehow get…