As a childless expatriate, holidays tend to be pretty mellow events around my house. I don’t even have to cook dinner—my husband is taking care of that. The arrival of Thanksgiving has given me pause for thought, however, and I have many things for which to be thankful.

Let’s start with my home. My bathroom is so small I can clean the sink while I’m sitting on the toilet and the basement gets water ingress in a heavy storm, but it’s my cozy sanctuary, a lot nicer than some of the crack shacks I’ve slept in, and I am grateful for it.Continue Reading