My family will be shocked when they read this piece. One of them might even call and suggest I am a victim of identity theft, and I should proceed with caution.

For almost three decades, I have explicitly ruled out political talk at our holiday meals. Our gathering is huge and meaningful, and I love the Kumbaya moment of extended family and multiple friends singing, “We gather together.”

No political talk because everyone comes with a point of view that might jeopardize the peace of the evening. In my family, spirited arguments have been happening for decades, and some of them were bruising — but none happened at our holiday table. Our turkey meal was a hallowed space of love and tradition.

I even censored my husband’s opening remarks for such meals with strict guidance that he not enga

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