Is there anything more humiliating than being banished to the kids’ table when you’re a teenager?

Each Thanksgiving, as we gathered at my grandmother’s Hayden home, I hoped and prayed I’d at last made the cut and would be allowed to sit with the grown-ups. But when you’re the youngest in your family many things are beyond your reach – including the table with the linen cloth and good china. More here. CIndy Hval, SR

Happy Thanksgiving from the big table! Whoo hoo! What's on your menu today?