I believe your home should be the place you want to be when you don’t feel good and the place you want to be when you do feel good.
Home is where we lounge in our mismatched pajamas on day 3 of dry shampoo (no shame!) It’s where we make memories, raise kids, host family celebrations, laugh too loud, sing off-key, cook pasta, spill pasta sauce – and everything in-between.
In my first-generation Italian family, home meant love. It was a place for our family, friends and neighbors to gather—typically over heaping forkfuls of pasta and warm crusty bread.