The hardest part about Thanksgiving dinner at our house isn't the political debates or the burnt rolls.

It's trying to discreetly unbutton your pants under the table without anyone noticing.

At our family's Thanksgiving dinner, we have a special tradition

We all take a group photo before we're all full, argumentative, and regretting our life choices

Why did the cranberry sauce go to the party dressed as a turkey?

Because it was a berry good disguise and a fowl way to get an invite

My family's Thanksgiving dinner is the one place where

the only thing we pass around the table more often than the mashed potatoes is criticism.