Take it from me, an orphan. I’ve spent many Thanksgiving’s alone, in drive thru’s and/or totally miserable. I’ve also spent the holidays with my sister and friends, surrounded by love and delicious food that I most certainly did not make. While I would prefer the latter, this year I am choosing to keep my ass at home, with my dog, where I will attempt to make a solo feast unsuitable for the diet I am now on, thanks to quarantine.

This has been a shitty year for everyone, especially for those of us who have socially distanced, worn our masks…

I love a person with a disability. My older sister, Edna, is 36, but she was named after our grandma, so it sounds like she was born in the early 1900s. I am a year younger and her guardian. Our parents died when we were young and our grandma took care of us until she died, too. My sister currently lives in a group home with roommates and has round-the-clock caregivers.

She used to live with me, but I could not take care of her on my own. Not if I wanted to hold a job, take care of her…