In my world, gratitude is standard fare at Thanksgiving, along with the chestnuts and prunes and sweet potatoes smothered with toasted marshmallows. It’s a nice antidote to the vicissitudes of daily family life, which is rife with difficult topics. Boy, don’t I know that, as I catalogue my own list of what I’m grateful for, with the end of my standoff with my homophobic father near the top of the list. But more of that in a minute…

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