Well, the real kitchen door is finally open, too. After decades of believing in hospitality, and practicing in dribs and drabs, my better chef and I are starting a habit of casual dinners at our house.
Because I badly want people to come together and care for one another right now.
Because being in one another's homes is radically different than going out together.
Because my shabby little beige home is still capable of holding and feeding and warming others.
Because we need each other. Because I need you.
If you're in town on Sunday nights, come on over.
Communal Poetry Project
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"So keep fightin' for freedom and justice, beloveds, but don't you forget to have fun doin' it. Lord, let your laughter ring forth. Be outrageous, ridicule the fraidy-cats, rejoice in all the oddities that freedom can produce. And when you get through kickin' ass and celebratin' the sheer joy of a good fight, be sure to tell those who come after how much fun it was."
-Saint Molly Ivins