Our dinner table is a fascinating place. Gone are the days of our parents raising us when it was ‘children are to be seen and not heard’.
Many people who I interviewed spoke about loneliness and the disconnect they were living. Hearing their stories was painful.
The images that flood our minds and screens are highly constructed, staged, edited, reshot and coupled with a genuinely fabulous caption.
Strong, influential voices are standing up and speaking about their brokenness. Have the tables finally turned on the demands of perfectionism for women?
Your dining table is far more than simply wood, varnish and nails. Laughter, tears, celebration, reconciliation – what rich memories does your table hold?