"When Tina Romero set out to make a zombie movie, she knew she'd follow some of her father's rules for the undead. First, the zombies would be slow and shuffling, unlike the running ghouls of "28 Days Later" or the fast-moving hordes of "World War Z." Second, to kill them, you'd have to kill their brain. Third, a single bite from a zombie would turn you into one."
"What are you doing for Thanksgiving?" I have been asking myself this question since late summer as I sort through my work calendar, restaurant openings, and vacation schedules. My family asks too, and my friends remind me of their standing invites. I'm still not quite sure as I write this letter. I have been traveling the last few Thanksgivings-usually for work-and have had to send kind wishes through group chats and swoon over turkey and dressing and dishes of macaroni and cheese on FaceTime.
Charles says he instantly felt a bond when I demanded to sit on his lap as a toddler. All I know is that he has been the only man my mother has brought home (besides my father) that I've liked and accepted. While there was no initial plan to stay in my life, life (as we know all too well) had other plans.
