I'm at the age where food has taken the place of sex in my life. In fact, I've just had a mirror put over my kitchen table.
You know, you really can't beat a household commodity - the ketchup bottle on the kitchen table.
Some of our most exquisite murders have been domestic, performed with tenderness in simple, homey places like the kitchen table.
I started at 5 years old in the kitchen table with my family supporting me. I know where I'm from and I know exactly where I'm going.
I lost my hair mixing a substance called white gunpowder on the kitchen table.
If you want to fight a war on drugs, sit down at your own kitchen table and talk to your own children.
Bird by bird, buddy. Just take it bird by bird.
I hope we can get back to what I call the kitchen table. Everyday issues that people are really worried about and focused on.
Perhaps the most important thing we ever give each other is our attention
The most basic and powerful way to connect to another person is to listen. Just listen.
Most of us lead far more meaningful lives than we know. Often finding meaning is not about doing things differently; it is about seeing familiar things in new ways.
The most basic and powerful way to connect to another person is to listen. Just listen. Perhaps the most important thing we ever give each other is our attention…. A loving silence often has far more power to heal and to connect than the most well-intentioned words.
A loving silence often has more power to heal and to connect than the most well-intentioned words.
My grandfather was a chef for a Baron in Sicily before he came to America. I grew up with him. I used to do my homework at one end of the kitchen table while he cooked at the other end.
When I was in fourth grade, a novelist came to talk to my English class. She told us that being an author meant sitting at the kitchen table in pajamas, drinking tea with the dogs at your feet.
I hate homework. I hate it more now than I did when I was the one lugging textbooks and binders back and forth from school. The hour my children are seated at the kitchen table, their books spread out before them, the crumbs of their after-school snack littering the table, is without a doubt the worst hour of my day.
Everybody is a story. When I was a child, people sat around kitchen tables and told their stories. We don't do that so much anymore. Sitting around the table telling stories is not just a way of passing time. It is the way the wisdom gets passed along. The stuff that helps us to live a life worth remembering.
Back in the 40s and early 50s, building simple electronic projects was a popular hobby of many people. Back then, you could buy, you know, a few parts and - with tubes and build something on your kitchen table, and it would actually work.
I was raised by a single psychologist mother and we spent every evening sitting at the kitchen table and dissecting our emotions and speculating about the inner life of everyone we knew.
I've just always loved singing, and I come from a family that loves singing around the kitchen table.
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