One of my most prominent childhood memories is getting up on Sunday mornings, and heading to brunch.  For me and my family, this was a time in which we could sit down together and chat about whatever we wanted.   Our conversations tended to range from silly jokes and riddles, to more serious matters as they came up.  As I’ve gotten older, and my family has started to spread out across the states, these brunches have become less and less frequent, however, the ritual still remains close to my heart.