When my mother-in-law, Sandra, announced her plans for her 60th birthday, I should have known I was walking into a trap. “A sophisticated family dinner,” she called it. “Intimate, elegant, made with love.” She sent out assignments like a manager planning a corporate potluck—except some people were asked to bring a bottle of wine, while others were handed a full-blown …
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