Gathered around the campfire; melting marshmallows and dripping chocolate––I resisted the temptation of S’more’s. Anyone who knows me can attest, that was no small feat.
Celebrating Independence Day––or any holiday––away from home is often challenging; in a sick way, I crave the typical family bickering whenever I hear an explosion in the sky.
Like one of Pavlov’s Dogs, my mouth salivates for potato salad, dill pickles, hotdogs, and a family argument.
Last night the company gathered for music, delicious food, and a lot of laughter; just like home, minus the fireworks.
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