From my early childhood, through my school years, and even now in my parentsâ€™ home and in my own home, one constant always holds true: family dinner is essential. I grew up with a dinnertable reflex; every evening around 6:00 p.m. or so, my body would automatically lurch toward the kitchen table. A meal shared each day between everyone living under one roof was not a hard-andfast rule; it just was the way it was. Eating supper together with my parents and my big brother was my sanctuary, a time and place of great security. No matter how difficult the day may have gone for any of us, we still got to have that small portion of our waking hours to eat good home cooking and share time with the faces we adored. If something great had happened, rest assured the dinner table was where the news would be broken. It was around the dinner table during suppertime with my immediate and extended family where my wife and I announced we were expecting our first and only son. And, it will again be a place and time to meet for other similarly joyous revelations between loved ones in the future.
Published on Sep 19, 2014
THE GRATITUDE EFFECT / LEGACY OF GIVING / MR. GEORGE'S FAVORITE MEAL / FOSTERING INNOVATION IN THE WORKPLACE / LAKELAND NEON