As is inevitable with most major holidays, Thanksgiving Day’s historical and cultural roots (dating more than 350 years ago) have long been traded in for cross-cultural exposure and mass marketing in the United States. Though it may sound bad, it has its advantages.
My mom banned turkey from our Christmas table this year. The reason why is because she doesn’t want to buy a vat of peanut oil or
One story starts with a woman looking for Jesus. She failed to find him and in her disappointment, she gave all her possessions to children.
This Thanksgiving, I watched my 4-year-old cousin cry in the corner as his grandma fussed over him, trying to shove baby bites of turkey down his mouth as he punched her and grabbed at her hair. He was angry because the bubbles in the sparkling cider had hurt his throat.
Shoko Tendo grew up a yakuza’s daughter turned into a juvenile delinquent, then a drug addict, then finally a sturdy writer with a compelling memoir. Being daddy’s girl didn’t shield her from much, and her life bore no resemblance to the Western image of a coddled “mafia princess.” Underneath her walking, talking, I-don’t-care exterior is someone who never knew love, security and stability.