Happy Thanksgiving! Words as food for thought this holiday.
This Thanksgiving, stop. Halt the cooking, put your flour-dusted, pumpkin-splattered ear up to the knobby pink mountain of meat and listen.
When your uncle walks in wearing aLet’s Go Brandonshirt and you’re tempted to rip it from his body, bend him over the table, and flay him right there, pause.
When they’re late. Again. And the glory has congealed on the stove, and you’ve taken so many “test” bites you could be the one in the oven, and you wonder how come, if you can cook an entire dinner and be on time, why can’t they shower and show up on time? When you’re tempted to walk out on the whole thing, mark the headless guest of honor.
As you scoop your third helping of baked marshmallows with a dab of sweet potatoes, and your nether regions fuse to the chair just as the conversation has taken an…
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