“I never told my in-laws that I am the daughter of the Chief Justice of the Supreme Court…..

The turkey was a twenty-pound monument to my exhaustion.

It sat on the counter, glistening with glaze I had made from scratch (bourbon, maple, and orange zest), smelling of warmth and Christmas cheer. But to me, it smelled like slavery.

My ankles were swollen to the size of grapefruits.

I was seven months pregnant and my back felt like someone had driven a railroad spike into my lumbar spine. I’d been on my feet since 5:00 a.m.

Chopping, roasting, cleaning, polishing.