Turkey, Tupperware, and Tantrums: The 7 Deadly Sins of Thanksgiving BY ABBY HEUGEL You know that sacred, unhinged last hour before dinner is served—when time bends, a distant uncle asks if he can “help,” the turkey juices still aren’t running clear (whatever that means), and you’re holding the entire holiday together with butter and a few quiet f-bombs? This is the precise moment when women over 50 transcend the laws of physics, culinary science, and emotional stability while pretending...