Some of my timing was off—I have only two ovens. But I think I came into the Thanksgiving meal as open-hearted as I ever am (period), and I felt like I meant it when I told the family— both sides, all siblings, all parents— that they were welcome to offer the blessing of their choice before I started around with the platter of turkey, as long as they said it silently, so we could all live and let live, man. 383 more words