An editor telephones complete strangers outside the US, asking them to describe a typical Thanksgiving.
Choosing to spend Thanksgiving alone doesn’t need to mean being lonely. It may even become one of many unanticipated adventures.
J. Y. Strain lives and works in Bloomington, Ill. This poem is dedicated “for my brother, regarding his ride.” I’d Like to See You at Thanksgiving ...
Thanksgiving is an American holiday, but that doesn’t mean it’s not celebrated elsewhere. And each of those celebrations—in Liberia, in Leiden, in the South Pacific—give us fresh reasons to be grateful for our own messed-up version.
As a result, sometimes stuff gets cold, or burnt. We usually eat at least an hour later than planned. We make conversational beelines toward politics and religion. At least one...
When the annual trip home becomes a customer-service visit to “fix the internet,” sometimes even bourbon can’t save the day. We gathered a half-dozen of our favorite tech writers and editors to help anticipate the headaches of 2011.
At Thanksgiving, a family takes stock of what they’re thankful for by weighing the most valuable things they own: their heads.
Thanksgiving is upon us, and while what we’re thankful for is up to each of us, the reasons we feel so appreciative are unclear.
The best Thanksgivings are the ones where all the guests bring their own specialties to the table. We serve up our best, potluck-style.
The road from denial to Christmas is an arduous one, and begins the day after Thanksgiving. Abandon all hope, and brave the throngs.
It’s a toss-up for what’s worse about Thanksgiving: visiting the family homestead, or simply getting there. Our travel stories.
Experts answer what they know. The Non-Expert answers anything. This week we show how saying grace before a holiday meal doesn’t have to be a chore, and how if you know what to say, your thoughtful words may make the holidays more special. And then sometimes not.