Off The RecordMy Adopted Daughter Left Thanksgiving Dinner To Meet Her “Real Dad”—He Was Someone I Knew

My life has always been measured in the soles of other people’s shoes. I am a cobbler, a dying breed in a world of fast fashion and disposable sneakers. My shop, “Sole & Heel,” sits on the corner of 4th and Main in a small town in Ohio where the rust belt meets the cornfields. It smells of beeswax, leather …

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