'Thanksgiving’s full, maybe next year,' my dad texted. I texted back, “No problem,” wiped the coffee off the kitchen table in Seattle, and booked a plane ticket to a $5 million Montana ranch they didn’t even know I owned—where, 24 hours later, I hosted 200 strangers at a long table, and when the photos were posted on Facebook, my family went crazy. My name is Amelia Hart, 32. For most of my life, Thanksgiving meant one thing: my parents’ house in Portland, my sister Lena smiling through every co