Like most of us, I spent time with family over the Thanksgiving holiday.
It's a mixed bag, isn't it?
Traditions and nostalgia color the conversation in familiar shades of warmth and comfort. We are filled with a sense of belonging. The shared history breeds a shared kinship. We are part of a tribe, and on some level we feel known, accepted, and included.
But then there's difficulty. A hurtful word, an old argument that resurfaces, an infuriating pattern that just won't quit... And the stories that we tell morph from Normal Rockwell scenes of heartwarming family bliss to the Competition of the Victims.
