Thanksgiving Bread
Nov 6 · 8 min read

At 6:00 am, my sister shakes me awake. I groan and crawl out of my sleeping bag in the living room where two sisters and I have spent the night. Together we wander to my grandmother’s kitchen in our pajamas. I count ten bakers this day. Grandma’s six foster daughters, my two sisters, and I are assembled around the large kitchen table in a cornucopia of attire ranging from pumpkin orange to sky blue and a variety of prints. My flannel, star-filled space…


