The Ghosts of Dysfunctional Christmas Past When I was fifteen years old, it was my father’s turn to have us kids for Christmas. I was the middle child of three teenagers. We lived with our mother just outside of Toronto Ontario. We were going to take the train to our fathers house in Montreal … Continue reading "Dysfunctional Family Christmas and Being Alone"Read More
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