It is November again. For me, it is nothing but another month. Attached to this month is: that one dwindling family gathering, a half-month’s worth of leftovers, and, as my tenth grade English teacher would call it, “Turkey Genocide Day.” And, with Turkey Genocide Day, comes all of my teachers asking, “What are you…
It is November again. For me, it is nothing but another month. Attached to this month is: that one dwindling family gathering, a half-month’s worth of leftovers, and, as my tenth grade English teacher would call it, “Turkey Genocide Day.” And, with Turkey Genocide Day, comes all of my teachers asking, “What are you…