For my family growing up, the kitchen and kitchen table were the heart of the home. My parents both love to cook, so even after the divorce we’d eat pretty much every dinner as a family and talk about our days.

I didn’t understand why they made such a huge deal out of eating together at the time. But in retrospect I realize it wasn’t all that common to sit down to a homemade meal with one or both parents and siblings every night–but it was definitely invaluable for our relationships.… Read More »