I recently met Cousin Ann for lunch in the city. Cousin Ann is not really my cousin (she’s my mom’s cousin, is that my second cousin? I’m honestly always foggy on family tree vernacular), and I don’t see her so often, but when I do, I always walk away feeling full. She’s funny, in a raw and honest way that I adore. As we neared the end of our lunch and …
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