With Thanksgiving approaching, I've felt an annually familiar sense of dread building. There's something about this time of year that feels comforting as well as frightening, a sort of eerie feeling of impending doom amidst the beauty and grace of red and falling leaves, pomegranates, and crisp air. But this year, rather than pushing that eerie feeling away as I have done in years past, I decided to pull it closer. I asked it, and myself, why I tend to resist this holiday so