We sit mere days away from Thanksgiving. It ranks as our favorite holiday. Well, probably. We say probably because in the summer, we herald the Fourth of July as our favorite but in the winter, we declare it to be Thanksgiving. Whatever. Each is a great American celebration. You’d be unpatriotic if you made us choose between the two. On Thanksgiving, we act as consummate freeloaders. We attend three separate, full-fledged family celebrations. Each has turkey and green bean casserole and stuffing and mashed potatoes and pie. On our family’s Italian side, they even have meatballs and pasta. We feast. We show up—having neither prepared a thing nor helped a bit—and we gorge ourselves. Then, we collapse onto the couch and alternate between watching football and napping until the time comes to move to the next house for the next...

Mother’s Day arrives on Sunday. You ready? If not, get yourself straight, son! Without your mother, you’d be nothing—literally non-existent. She birthed you. She raised you. She fed you. She clothed you. She loved you despite all of those times that you were, frankly, unlovable. Know how rocking our mother is? She grew those gorgeous peonies pictured above. She’s got mad skills. Parenting skills, obviously. Gardening skills, more obviously. You should thank your mother everyday. But, of course, you don’t. You instead honor her once a year on Mother’s Day. You’d better make it count; here’s how: 1. Treat your mother to brunch Nothing says gratitude like bacon and poached eggs. And a fluffy Belgium waffle. 2. Write her a thank you note Express your feelings. Prove you’re not an emotion-less robot. 3. Bake her something A pie would be...

We at G@H pride ourselves on being excellent sons to our fathers. Well, okay, not the best. We did crash the family car that one time. And, we did lose his favorite cooler. And, who knew that you can’t microwave a fork? Or let it go down the garbage disposal? But we’ve got to rank at least as above-average sons. After all, we never spent even a night in jail. We never lit the house on fire. And, we’ve grown up to get jobs. Real adult jobs. Most importantly, we show gratitude. We repay our father for his love, time, wisdom and patience with fine Scotch whiskey. Every Christmas, we buy him a bottle. We repeat the gesture for birthdays and Father’s Day. The effect is two-fold. First, he has built an impressive Scotch bar. Second, he knows that we...