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.

I love how my family's Thanksgiving dinner is a time for everyone to come together

and silently judge each other's life choices

Why did the cranberry sauce stop in the middle of the road?

Because it was a jam!

Our family's Thanksgiving dinner is a lot like a math problem

You've got too many variables, and somehow everyone ends up feeling divided.