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November was my favorite month of this year.
I rocked Thanksgiving dinner. Like, to the point all those “mmms” were worrying me that my culinary bar was being raised before my eyes. As if I was going to start doing this more than once every 26 years. HA! Joke’s on you, family. I’m not Brett Favring my career in the kitchen.
I’d decided that, no matter what was happening or not happening with a potential writing career, it was time to quit …