The Soul-Stirring Story of My Convoluted Relationship With Gratitude

I wrote my first thank-you note at the age of eighteen

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“Thank you for dinner, Mrs. Wolff,” my best friend, Jorgi, recited in her well-practiced six-year-old saccharinely sweet sing-song voice.

I could see the silent scowl behind my grandma’s thin-lipped, “You’re welcome.” It was obvious…