This year is my ninth Thanksgiving in London.
Although we are not all family, the group of people who come to feast is largely unchanged from the first year I arrived with a bunch of lilies, nervously meeting my husband's parents for the first time. We are all busy people (writing books, seeing patients, attending events), but there is an unspoken agree…
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