By Julia Hockenberry
It’s the day after Christmas. If you’re like me, you’re feeling that strange combination of relief and gratitude, tinged with the gentlest bit of depression. The party is over. Everything is unwrapped, my pants are a bit tight, and there’s a colossal pile of recycling on the carport. Time to get to work.
Like many at this time of year, I develop a condition known as heartwarming-cheesy-holiday-story-fatigue-disorder. Symptoms include eye-rolling, sighing and fake smiling. But this one’s worth it.