As with many Americans, my extended family is highly diverse. We have Democrats, Republicans, Greens, and even a few non-voters. We have cousins and sisters who married spouses with different skin tones, different religions, and different backgrounds, and everyone can be quick to stumble upon a topic to argue over. We are like most extended families—individuals who tolerate each other at the holidays.
So, when we come together, there is the inevitable nincompoop who is driven to bring up politics or insist on his six-minute personally-composed speech before dinner, or fragile Uncle Dave who lacks the fortitude to get through an entire day without cracking open a flask. In a nutshell, we drive each other nuts. And the fallout is a holiday season of stress and anxiety rather than silver bells and cheer.
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