Some evenings arrive quieter than others. The front door closes, shoes come off slowly, and the house seems to ask for something warm without anyone...
Weekday evenings in our house usually arrive loud and fast. Someone is digging through the fridge, someone else is asking how long dinner will take,...
Some dinners come together because everyone is hungry, and others happen because someone remembers a food they miss. This one started after a long afternoon...
Friday evenings in our town tend to blur the line between exhaustion and relief. Outside the station, the sun was already dipping low, and coworkers...
Some dinners come from careful planning, and others grow out of necessity. This one started on a weekday when everyone came home carrying the weight...