It has been nearly a month since Hurricane Sandy disrupted the lives of millions across the eastern seaboard. While power has mostly returned, life is far from normal for residents in areas hardest hit by the storm.
Like any family, the families who own and run Publix gather around their holiday tables and reflect on their joys and struggles. Among those joys, year after year, are soaring profits. Yet they inexplicably continue to turn their backs on the farmworkers who make those profits possible.
This holiday season, the first question we should ask ourselves is, "how can I help?" It's not "What's in it for me?" and it's not about the rewards and recognition we might receive for doing good.
This Thanksgiving, you might not be able to control any one else at the table, but you can maintain your own civility, and sanity, and make it through a holiday in which feelings don't get hurt, slurs don't get thrown, and relatives aren't forced to intervene.
I saw what were once living room sofas and dining room tables where people must have shared family holidays, toys that probably once laid under Christmas trees or were unwrapped at birthday parties, and appliances that in a few short weeks were to either hold or cook the family meal for Thanksgiving. All of those memories and dreams lining the streets like broken pieces of puzzles.
Lots of thought and effort go into the meals we serve at home and on holidays. And, there is an equally serious and intense conversation happening right now about the profound impact that school foods have on the health of our children.
Many of my fellow Native Americans who view the holiday as a national day of mourning, will not celebrate Thanksgiving at all. They will once again disseminate stories pointing out the many massacres of Native Americans by the Pilgrims. I don't blame them... but I won't join them either.
For years I've advocated keeping a gratitude journal, writing down five things every day that brought pleasure and gratefulness. I did so without fail as a part of my daily spiritual practice for at least a decade. Then life got busier. I let my schedule run me instead of me running it. I journaled only sporadically and stopped taking note of the simplest things that brought me comfort and joy.
At the ripe old age of seven -- almost unheard of for a commercial breed with all the associated ailments -- Boone has already lived 25 times longer than 99 percent of his comrades who were not so lucky.
Talking politics with conservative relatives on Thanksgiving doesn't have to be thankless. Here are five easy ways to talk to Republican family members that will help keep your Turkey Day peaceful.
By Friday you'll get hungry again -- and you'll have a fridge full of leftovers.
In life, there always going to hardships, changes, and struggles. But each battle has its bright side, even before victory, which is something to be truly thankful for.
I give you the best bit of Thanksgiving-related television ever made. A bit of oral history on this episode here. And here's an explanation of how i...
We realized that we really didn't want to spend the holiday in the kitchen. I get cranky when I cook. Just ask my family. I even get moody when my husband cooks; there is the anticipation of all that pot washing after the meal. So we decided to start our own family tradition, to have our own Thanksgiving story.
Thanksgiving is no longer something being passed down to us, but rather something for us to pass on to our children.
We all know the old adage: "Getting older is better than the alternative." And it's true, most of the time. But it's also true that growing "old" today is better than it has been ever before. In the spirit of Thanksgiving, here are eight reasons to be thankful for growing older.