A recent reflection on a childhood steeped in dysfunction and turmoil revealed that my family had one thing on every other family in our neighborhood. Our holidays were actually quite pleasant. Television sitcoms, comedians and literature set the greatest familial battles around holidays.
Somehow, in some inexplicable way my father, my stepmother and the white-trash Brady Bunch they created always managed to get the holidays right.
Christmas, the Fourth of July and Halloween continue to stand out as moments of peace in an otherwise tumultuous upbringing.Read More