My Obsession with Advice Columns
Holiday drama and family estrangement
“What are you doing for the holidays?”
It wasn’t that long ago that this question would cause a pit in my stomach. It’s one that well-meaning professionals like to ask as a general, non-intrusive way to promote conversation. Since my yearly mammograms have now been pushed into December, the very nice technicians have asked me about my Christmas plans, while squishing my boobs in that vice grip of the mammogram machine.
And, for the second year in a row, I’ve answered honestly:
