Picture this: It’s late June. The grass is cut. The paper plates are stacked. Someone has already asked you three times what you’re bringing. The cousins are pinging the group chat. The grandchildren are being promised a good time by people who will not be managing the logistics.And you are standing in your kitchen at 7 a.m., already tired. Today we dig into the foundation of family gatherings and why it calls us to earlier versions of ourselves. Sure, women carry a bigger share of the reunio...