Spilled Milk and Spaghetti on the Floor: In Support of Family Meals

When I was growing up, family meals worked like clockwork in our home. We knew that every night around 6 or 6:30 we would all sit down and eat together as a family. My parents would ask us how school was, we would, begrudgingly, give a half-hearted answer of "fine" or "boring", someone would inevitably … Continue reading Spilled Milk and Spaghetti on the Floor: In Support of Family Meals