The Table

I grew up in a teeny tiny house with a huge oak table in the center of it. Pretty much every memory of home revolves around that table. Playing under it as a kid, doing my homework on it as a teenager and then of course the meals shared around it. I was raised by a single working mom, I don't know how she did it, but every single meal was homemade. The meals were simple and almost always really good. But the important part is they were always shared together with respect and love. Mom has a super power, a creator of... [Lire la suite]
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