An area that my parents excelled at during my childhood was weekly rituals. Those bits and pieces of our weekly schedules that happened every week, no matter what–whether it was certain meals, activities, or even lack of plans/free time.

In elementary school, I always loved getting out of school on Fridays because I knew it was Pizza Night (well, breadstick night for my picky self) at our house. And, my sister and I would get to play uninterrupted for a couple of hours after dinner whilst our parents chatted over wine. There would be jazz music playing, the smell of pizza dough rising in the bread machine when I got home, the house would be tidy and ready for us to enjoy the weekend.… Read More »