Celebrate This Week: Food, Family, and History

The summer slips by and days are filled with ordinary: clear skies, soft breezes. I am grateful for this gentle time.

This week I celebrate the ordinary that surround summer and a few extraordinary moments.

When someone cooks for you, it is more than a meal. The care it takes to plan, create, and give is an act of love. This week a chicken curry dinner found its way across the country into three homes.

The meal was a gift to the three.
Each took the memory
from the east
to the west
to the north
to the south
to spice and feed collective hearts.

 College starts in a few weeks for my girl. I’m lucky. She’s a planner. She knows what to do and when to do it. She’s got it all mapped out. We traveled south to get her classes, to see her dorm room. It was just a day trip to get ready. Not the final move. That comes later, in four weeks. Mixed emotions. Highs and lows have taken up residence at my house.

The last child is about to go.
She registers as
I sit beside parents.
We share pride and worry.

The last child at home a few weeks more
then off to test her wings
in unknown territory.
We share pride and worry.


The Democratic National Convention was the centerpiece at dinnertime this week. We sat and watched each speech on my laptop centered on the kitchen table. The three of us sat to bear witness to a historic moment. More than once I was moved to tears.

She works in the supporting role
doing difficult, necessary jobs.
Mopping floors and faces.
Repairing fences and opening doors.

She stands behind
so leadership is questioned.
But I say one
who does for those who can’t
can lead us to kind.


Thank you, Ruth, for Celebrate this Week link up. Read more celebrations here.