Some of my strongest childhood memories begin in the kitchen. I grew up standing beside my mother and my Nonna, watching, listening and trying to absorb everything they were doing. Like so many Italian families, Sunday dinner was a constant in our house. And long before we sat down at the table, you could smell Sunday happening.

This summer, I spent a good deal of my time helping people relocate to Fairfield County and the surrounding area for new jobs, career relocations and new chapters in their lives.

A personal reflection on cancer recovery, hormones, emotional eating, and learning that asking for help is not weakness.There is a version of this story people expect to hear after cancer treatment.