As I've grown older, I've lost my religion. I've become more conservative and more patriotic. Even as open my eyes to the appalling origins of Thanksgiving, the idea of the holiday remains with me, complete with its romantic shine. And today, I will embrace my family and be grateful for them.
Today, I would like to express my respect for those Native Americans who honor their ancestors by keeping the old ways alive. Their diligence is a gift to us all. Because of them, I can learn about my Cherokee ancestors and share stories with my son someday, perhaps over turkey and mashed potatoes.