Every Thanksgiving when I was growing up, my family held a Wacky Tacky Talent Show so needlessly competitive that at least one kid inevitably cried. And on the same special tablecloth we used every year, we would list with a felt-tip marker what we were most grateful for: I’d write my dog and American Girl doll; my mother would write me and my sisters; my college-aged cousin would write her boyfriend du jour (there were many crossed-out names on the fabric). Then I would sit down with a pile of

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