When I was growing up, my household, indeed my life, revolved around the kitchen. There was always something going on or some work to be done, and my mommy, Verns, was the center of the machine that was our family. To say she worked hard would be an understatement. A single mother, she worked 2 to 3 jobs for the majority of my childhood to provide everything her family needed. And though she bore that label, “single mother,” she and we were never alone. In fact, our family included a community of mamas who lent their support and made an indelible impact on my life. Mama’s Day is a day to recognize all the mamas in our lives, be they related by blood or so close they are family. Like many others, I’m sure, I was raised among many women who taught me deep and powerful life lessons. Surrounded by a community of mamas, all of whom I consider family, those lessons came with the stirring of a pot.