Families and Holidays; Sometimes a Rough Mixture

I love my family and all of its sometimes wobbly parts. Parents separate. Kids go through rough patches. Someone emerges from a painful childhood into a blooming, glorious adult. A kind word is spoken in private, touching the heart of a lonely member, letting her know that she belongs and is cherished when she, herself, cannot feel that belonging.

I am married to my third husband so I’ve had lots of practice being part of biological and other kinds of families. I’ve had my current husband’s ex-wife for Thanksgiving dinner more times than I can…