Author: Rebecca Thompson Hitt

COME to Simple Dinner. Every Sunday night, 5-8, my house Please bring whatever is already in your kitchen: leftovers, jars of olives, cheese, that foil wrapped experiment, etc. No preparing food. WE MEAN IT. No RSVP Imagine a relaxing evening where you don’t cook a thing or eat out. It is a carefree evening spent over a beautiful meal, catching

My family has dinner together every night. Most days, I don’t want to do it. I don’t want to cook. I don’t want to deal with arguing at the table. I don’t want to work on table manners or conversation skills. Yet, I try to do it every night. The experts, say it matters. We sit at a round table and

Unrolling my mat last night in yoga class, I noticed we had a substitute teacher. I sighed inwardly, a little disturbed that my regular teacher wasn’t there. I felt uncertain, like I didn’t know what I was getting into. Even though I have been doing yoga for twenty-five years–I even taught years ago–I still consider myself a beginner. I feel

My cousin stopped chopping carrots and asked me, “Does your family have any special traditions during the holidays? Do you eat something special?” She was looking at me as if she really wanted an answer. She cared about what I had to say. I hadn’t met this cousin before. At the time, I was in my early twenties, living near

It isn’t often you allow yourself to learn from young teachers, to take a step back and see the lesson right in front of you. My son, struggling to read, gave me a lesson in the moment, but truthfully, it was a lesson for life. He didn’t speak until he was almost three. He communicated what he wanted and needed

All of the houses in the neighborhood where I live look the same. When I first moved in a year ago, for a full two weeks, I would pull into the wrong driveway. My kids thought it was hysterical, and often didn’t even mention the wrong turn. They only giggled. I finally put a funky pillow on my porch in