I was in Marshalls combing the racks for Christmas presents for my family when it came on. Over the store speakers, Bing Crosby sang, “I’ll be home for Christmas.” Right there, in the household section among non-stick pans and fancy table settings, I started crying. I’m pretty sure I put my hand over my heart, as if it would burst if I didn’t hold it inside my chest cavity. It was the first … [Read more...]