By Anna Lowell
I come from a family that prioritized hospitality. My Grandmas, my aunts, my mom – they invited people into their immaculately clean homes every Sunday afternoon to share a pot roast dinner and homemade pie for dessert.
Talk about a lot of pressure to live up to.
Looking at my mom’s hospitality, I can easily see that I don’t measure up. But, does that mean that I am failing in hospitality?
Nope! Because there are some secrets to hospitality that my momma didn’t tell me.