Rituals are ceremonies carried on by groups of people who follow specific behaviors together, uniting them for some purpose—usually to one another as participants in the ritual as well as to the “purpose” or culture of the ceremony. Religious groups have historically littered their paths with rituals for all sorts of reasons. Ethnic groups often have rituals they observe. Families also develop rituals that have meaning (or not) for participants. My childhood was packed with rituals my parents created and which we practiced with seriousness and sincerity. The first cold night of the fall would mean we’d build a fire in the fireplace, place in it potatoes to be burnt to a crisp (although I doubt that was my parents’ intention), which we ate while my dad told stories about made-up creatures that thrived on tickling little kids. When we had a special occasion, we’d share a single artichoke by candlelight. To this day, I find artichokes quite out of place without candlelight. Do you recall rituals of your own childhood? What purpose did they serve in your family?

