I’ve made the self-care decision to not attend Thanksgiving this year, and I’ve never felt better.  It’s not that I don’t love family (I do), and it’s not that I’m estranged (I see them often). But if that happens to be your situation, light and power to you. Instead, with the important and needed emphasis on Black women’s wellness as an act of resistance, there’s been a glaring dance around a taboo subject in the community: setting boundaries for the anxiety-inducing and often chaotic nature of large family gatherings .  Black women’s emergence as vanguards of social change has left a notoriously disenfranchised demographic battling an ironic de facto position as “superheroes to the masses.” And it’s no secret that Black women have long been heralded as both the pillars and foundation of the Black family unit. After all, Big Momma didn’t get to be Big Momma for no reason. The example of a “tired Black woman” is perhaps on no better display than the expectation of miracles Black...