After my family's Thanksgiving dinner, we don't just feel full.

We collectively descend into a food coma so deep, you could swear a hibernating bear moved in.

Our Thanksgiving dinner is less a meal and more an extreme sport.

You need stamina, a good defense, and the ability to pivot topics at warp speed.

Why was the Thanksgiving meal always so well-respected?

Because it had so much gravy-tas.

Thanksgiving dinner at our house always begins with a beautiful prayer of gratitude.

And ends with a very pointed interrogation about everyone's life choices.