Thanksgiving Took a Shocking Turn When My Adopted Daughter Left to Meet Her Real Father — Someone from My Past

For most of my life, I have measured time through worn soles and cracked heels. I am a cobbler—one of the few left in an age of throwaway shoes and mass production. My repair shop, Sole & Heel, stands at the intersection of Fourth and Main in a small Ohio town, where aging factories border endless cornfields. The air inside …

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