A meal, however simple, is a moment of intersection. It is at once the most basic, the most fundamental, of our life's activities, maintaining the life of our bodies; shared with others it can be an occasion of joy and communion, uniting people deeply.

Fasting and feasting are universal human responses, and any meal, shared with love, can be an agape.

When three generations are present in a family, one of them is bound to be revolutionary.

Frugality is one of the most beautiful and joyous words in the language, and yet one that we are culturally cut off from understanding and enjoying.

Storytelling bridges the generational gaps in ideology.

I have long been convinced that families are the primary agents of social change in any society.

Why is it that we are born remembering, and live forgetting?