Brian Woodcock

It wasn’t until I was in my 20s that I learned the details of how my parents met. Of course I knew the broad strokes version—they met at a mutual friend’s wedding—but I hadn’t heard the details: They were both in the bridal party, they were paired up because they were both the tallest of the bunch, my mom’s bridesmaid’s dress was light blue...

Suddenly, my parents, the same people who had been there for every major and not-so-major life event seemed strangely…distant. How did I not know such important details of their lives? What else is there to know?

As much as we make a to-do over the turkey and sides, the real sustenance of any family gathering is the good-for-the-soul banter (even playful bickering!) that takes place before, after, and during the breaking of the brea

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