In the past, I’ve always strived to host Norman Rockwell-type Thanksgiving feasts. Every year I envisioned our children, grandchildren and other family members gathering congenially around our table, enjoying a delicious meal and intelligent conversation while expressing gratitude for our many blessings.
To be perfectly honest, it’s rarely worked out that way. Someone has always shown up late or sick. Inevitably, someone who offered to bring a dish walks through the door at the last minute carrying the ingredients in a grocery sack. And just as the noise level reaches a decibel level that makes the neighbors’ dogs howl, someone else cranks up the volume on the football game to drown out the relative who is hell-bent on debating politics.
I’m a little ashamed of myself for feeling this way, but I have to admit that after doing this 25...Click to Read More