The kitchen is the heart of every home, for the most part. It evokes memories of your family history.

Sitting down at the table is a sacred event. It's the heart of the home. People have ginormous homes or crappy little homes, but the kitchen is where we always end up sitting. It's where the stories happen, the family happens.

I don't have the best family history heart-wise, so I really try to keep my heart strong.

Before Grandma died, she talked about family history in a way she had never done before, ... She was interested in family history, especially African American women.

The contents of a house can trigger all sorts of revisions to family history.

The actual stuff my family owned, those boxes under my stairs, I can't quite bear to look at. I like other people's things better. They come with other people's history.