I sit, on this 2022 Thanksgiving day, with my 94 year old mom in her bedroom and me in the kitchen. I go into her bedroom thinking, “ok, enough is enough.” It’s nearly 2pm and she’s having a very unusual flow to her day - she is still laying in bed! This flow is a continuation from yesterday evening when waking from a nap, she felt sure that we had a performance that we had been preparing for and that it was time to go, NOW! I assured her that we had no such performance and that she had just been dreaming. “No,” she proclaimed. After a couple of minutes of arguing back and forth, her mood changed and she began to look a little confused, “Weren’t we just practicing?” “Is the performance today or tomorrow?” Caught between worlds . That’s what it is often with mom these days. And, that is what this Thanksgiving has felt like. This is a holiday that represents the brutalities of colonization, the lies of “Let us break bread together” AND, it is the holiday with the truest memori