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The timer finally popped up. "Dinnertime!" was announced and I proudly placed the perfectly cooked turkey on the holiday table. The bird glowed and I enjoyed the ooohs and aaaahs. I'll never cook turkey again.
The Thanksgiving dishes were in the dishwasher. It was 11 p.m. and Black Friday was just an hour away. I was standing in front of the Best Buy in Wilton, New York. I had come to witness the sport of shopping.
We never fully understood Black Friday. People travel across the country to spend Thanksgiving with the people they love. And then the next day, they get up at 6 a.m. to find the best deal and go on autopilot. Isn't there so much else we can do on this day, surrounded by our families?
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Standing in my parents' bathroom after Thanksgiving, I made a quick promise to myself that I would only eat carrot sticks and watery gruel for the next several years. Then I went downstairs and ate a cider donut and asked the kitchen at large, "Has anyone seen the rest of the stuffing?"
We make pot pie at our house each Thanksgiving -- a savory Pennsylvania Dutch meal that features the most perfect blend of onions, potatoes, thick squares of doughy goodness and meaty strands of chicken. Only we use turkey on this festive occasion.
Sometimes it seems strange to give thanks for what we have when so much has been taken away. I went to the Rockaways for the first time the weekend after Hurricane Sandy hit New York, and then again this past weekend.
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Given Macy's continued alignment with Donald Trump and promotion of his Chinese made clothing line, it is now clear that the department store giant is...
My grandmother once told me that real love is not those champagne moments filled with fireworks. Rather, real love is a reassuring whisper in the dark of night.
The channel changed in the next room and now instead of hearing Sportscenter, we began overhearing news reporters discussing President Bill Clinton's recently discovered indiscretion.
Dig deep the next couple of weeks and finish this year doing things that aren't so frenzied and frustrating but are life changing. Think hard about what really matters and make someone else's holiday season merry and bright!
Remember all those who are simply content sleeping one peaceful night without the fear of bombardment or death; or those hungry bellies scuffling for scraps of food, or the many broken down men and women simply seeking shelter from a cold night.
While it's best not to lie to adult family members, you're within your rights to dodge certain questions entirely. There's enough shame-eating on this holiday -- best not to have to eat your words too.
I am grateful I am alive because this past weekend, I was on the beach playing paddle-ball with my cousins in Tel Aviv when the air-raid sirens went off, which meant a missile was very possibly coming toward me.
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