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Love. Listen. Let.

If you would like to listen to my commencement address, you can do so by clicking this link, and going to the 47 minute mark. You can read it in the body of this blog post.

Good evening, Children. You know, I had to greet you like that one last time, before you leave here all grown up. 

Three years ago when we first met, we had no idea where our journey would take us, except inevitably to this moment, where you would leave the cozy nest of Burris Laboratory School for big and bright futures. We did not know that we would grow together, learn together, and be intellectual together in the ways that we have been. I had no idea that I would have you in class for the better part of three years, and you probably, in that moment, wished that Humanities would be our last class together. But, here we are, and surprisingly you have put your faith in me to deliver this, the last bit of your Burris education. 

First, a few things about you all: before we ever knew I would be your high school teacher, one of you learned your very first curse word from me, thus iterated when you dropped your toy truck at the hospital when you were two or three years old. One of you has submitted the craziest, most kinetic, most original, most creative film project that I have ever received. One of you has argued with me about the use of the word utilize, about which you are still wrong. One of you, rather than walking around the desks, to get to your seat, uses a chair, a desk, and another chair as your personal stairwell. One of you is the only person to have shared classroom space with me for the entirety of your last three years of high school, and for your presence in my room, I feel especially grateful. One of you has been a fabulous philosophical and theological conversationalist, challenging me in ways that some of my adult peers do not. One of you will give me my fresh cheetah print hair before school starts next fall. Several of you wrote such beautiful creative writing essays and poems, and then you were so nervous to read them in front of people, but you did it anyway, and we were all better for it. Many of you have visited my room to tell me how well your shadowing or internship experiences went; I had no doubt that you would be amazing, and you were. Many of you have invited me to events that you have been a part of, and I loved watching you do things that made you glow, in a way that sitting in our classroom did not. Several of you helped build a house for Habitat for Humanity during May Term. Many of you regularly volunteer in our community, making this small corner of our world a better place. Many of you have thrived, despite your circumstances, or in the face of great adversity, some of which we may never know about. Many of you have sought me out for help with essays, scholarship or college application help, and letters of recommendation. So many letters of recommendation. 

I could go on all night long with all of the cool things that each of you has brought into my life— by which I have been truly blessed—but the convention of the graduation address requires that I give some sort of sage advice that will make you better humans. I mean, you are already fabulous, but we can all, always do better. What I am about to say, you have heard from me before. So, I am nothing, if not consistent. 

When my brother graduated from college in May of 2002, I was excited to find in the program the name of a woman whose work I knew well, Sister Helen Prejean, a sister in the Congregation of St. Joseph. You, or maybe just your parents, may know who she is when I tell you that Susan Sarandon played her in a movie called Dead Man Walking, which was about Prejean’s  tireless work with death row inmates. While I do not remember Prejean’s exact words at my brother’s commencement, I do remember my favorite thing that I have ever heard her say, “Every human being is worth more than the worst thing they’ve ever done.” And, I have taken her example to heart and worked hard to live by it, giving each of you a clean slate every single day when you have walked into my classroom. We are all worth more than our worst choice, and so, what I want to talk about tonight is how to make your fellow humans understand that you value them, even at their worst, and absolutely at their best. 

We need to do three things in this wild and precious life to be successful: Lead with Love, Listen to Learn, Let It Be. Do not think for a minute that I am smart enough to have come up with these things on my own. I believe in being guided by the wisdom of the generations. Though I did come up with that clever alliterative mnemonic device. (I got an A in homiletics class at seminary.) By outlining the three Ls, I want to give you insight into how some of my favorite thinkers have shaped me. And, no, I am not going to discuss Dostoyevsky’s Notes from Underground. We could apply that text here, but since you all already suffered through that last year, I will refrain just for tonight. 

Before I continue, I want to make an aside here. If I have ever made you feel like I was not practicing these things I am going to talk about, please make some time to talk to me about it. I welcome feedback, because I really do desire to live this life in the way I am going to explain. 

First: Lead with love. Or just love if that is easier to remember. German American Sociologist, Erich Fromm, said that “Love is the only sane and satisfactory answer to the problem of human existence.” And bell hooks, my favorite literary and educational theorist says, “To commit to love is fundamentally to commit to a life beyond dualism. That’s why love is so sacred in a culture of domination, because it simply begins to erode your dualisms: dualisms of black and white, male and female, right and wrong.” Love gives us a supernatural power to look past what makes us different and allows us to see what is the same. We identify what is in that other person, that is like us; not what we can use against them, not what they can use against us; not what separates us, but what binds us together. How many times have you been confronted with a situation in which you were required to interact with someone who you perceived to be unlike you? If that has not happened to you, it will, and it may happen a lot. You will be required to engage with people who seem to be on opposite sides of the binary from you, but when you look at every situation with love, you begin to undo those dualisms, those binaries, and you begin to see people not as adversaries on the opposite side, but you can envision them as part of your human existence, as a comrade in this life. Would you approach life differently if you looked at people with this type of love? Would you see friends where you previously saw foes? Would you look differently at the past, present, or future? 

After contemplating these two quotes on my own, I did some research about love. I grew up in the Christian faith, and was even a pastor for a while. I currently practice a blend of Christianity and Buddhism in my personal life, and I have since done a lot of academic inquiry into Islam and Judaism, but I am unfamiliar with most other world religions and philosophies, so I wanted to see what other folks thought about love. I learned that every major philosophical or theological ideology holds in high esteem the idea of loving each other. Philosophies that do not ascribe to love as we might think of it, still hold to some idea of symbiosis or cohabitation, even if that belief is in a biological attraction between microscopic particles. Perhaps this is because organisms require some level of codependency to exist. Perhaps this is because we need each other in ways we cannot imagine. Perhaps this is because Fromm is right in saying that “love is the only sane and satisfactory answer to the problem of human existence.” If you look around, you will see that love always wins, so lead with love. 

Second: Listen to learn. Or just listen. Most of you will recall that I really have only one “rule” in my classroom, and that is not to talk while someone else is talking, and that rule’s offshoot is listen to learn, not to respond. During an IMPACT unit this year, I was made aware of a lawyer named Bryan Stevenson, the founder and executive director of the Equal Justice Initiative. We watched his TED talk, and in it he tells this story: “I had the great privilege, when I was a young lawyer, of meeting Rosa Parks. And Ms. Parks used to come back to Montgomery every now and then, and she would get together with two of her dearest friends, these older women, Johnnie Carr who was the organizer of the Montgomery bus boycott –amazing African-American woman — and Virginia Durr, a white woman, whose husband, Clifford Durr, represented Dr. King. And these women would get together and just talk. And every now and then Ms. Carr would call me, and she’d say, “Bryan, Ms. Parks is coming to town. We’re going to get together and talk. Do you want to come over and listen?” And I’d say, “Yes, Ma’am, I do.” And she’d say, “Well what are you going to do when you get here?” I said, “I’m going to listen.” And I’d go over there and I would, I would just listen. It would be so energizing and so empowering.” When we are face to face with someone else—whether that person is world famous or someone who lives on the streets of our hometown or a person who is in prison for a horrific crime— one of the most intelligent, respectful, and compassionate things we can do is listen. Not only are we telling that person we value them, but also we are learning ideas and concepts that we are unable to learn in the exact same way from anyone else in this world. 

Another person who discusses this type of listening is Archbishop Desmond Tutu, a South African Episcopal priest and scholar. He said, “We live in an era of radical brokenness.  In all our relationships, everywhere we look in the global family, we see disconnection and fear of one another. [It is] an increasingly noisy era.  People shout at each other in print and at work.  The volume is directly related to our need to be listened to.” Most of you know that I love silence. Silence, creating space for another, is what allows us to listen well in this incredibly noisy world. If you want to be a person who can bridge brokenness and fear, you need to be someone who listens. I do not know about your upbringing, but in my big Greek family, sometimes meals used to get so loud that if you were one of the youngest ones in the family, you never even got the butter for your roll, because no one was listening when you asked for it, because they were all shouting over each other trying to be heard. Tutu is talking about that sort of cacophony on a global level. If we think of this in connection with hooks’s words about dualism, we can combine love and listening into one solid concept. A way to love is to listen, and to listen is love, which erases the dualisms; thereby healing some of the brokenness of this world, because we all need to be listened to; being heard or seen is a basic human need. 

Another thinker whose work has been meaningful to me is Thich Nhat Hahn, a Buddhist monk and scholar. He puts it this way: “Deep listening is the kind of listening that can help relieve the suffering of another person. You can call it compassionate listening. You listen with only one purpose: to help him or her to empty his or her heart. [. . . ] For now, you don’t interrupt. You don’t argue. [ . . . ]One hour like that can bring transformation and healing.” If you can, think of it this way: leading with love allows you to listen in a way that radically transforms another person’s life. You can relieve the suffering of another simply by listening, and if you are paying attention, you can also learn from this act of listening. Notice Hahn says, “YOU DON’T INTERRUPT.” Give the other person your silence. You simply listen. Listen and learn. And love. 

Third: Let it be. Or just let. One of my favorite songs is “Let It Be” by the Beatles, and I want to share my favorite part of that song with you: “And when the broken hearted people living in the world agree, there will be an answer, let it be. For though they may be parted, there is still a chance that they will see, there will be an answer, let it be.” The first two parts of this speech were about leading with love and listening to learn, and they both contribute to this last part: let it be. When you have listened and worked hard to meet people with love, and there is still no sense of connection, or a way to see eye to eye, or to compromise, you may find that it is best to just let it be. Letting it be does not mean that you have acquiesced to the other side, or the other person. Letting is be does not mean you have lost. You may still be parted, but there still is chance for an answer, so let it be. 

In the words of Jack Kornfield, a meditation teacher, “To let go does not mean to get rid of. To let go means to let be. When we let be with compassion, things come and go on their own.” So, while it may seem like you are allowing someone else to “win,” you are, in fact, simply allowing both their truth and your truth to coexist, and things will come and go on their own. You are not trying to force someone to your way of thinking, but you are also not allowing them to force you to agree with them. You are letting it be. I will tell you, honestly as always, let it be is the most difficult of these concepts for me. I want people to hear me, to understand me, to love me, to agree with me, and when I meet someone with love and listening, and we cannot see eye to eye on issues of great importance to me, well, I wrestle with letting it be, because I never want my letting it be to be mistaken for silence, which then may be interpreted as agreeing with someone or something I think is morally or ethically wrong. This is why letting it be comes after love and listening. And after a lot of deep conversation.

In the moments where I have to let things be, I remember the words of my favorite meditation instructor Sebbane Sallassie, “Although we are not one, we are not separate. And although we are not separate, we are not the same.” We are part of each other, interconnected, but we are not the same person, identical. I can see myself in you, but I am not you. I am not you, but I can see myself in you. In recognizing how we are separate but also connected, we can learn how letting it be is also a way to undo binaries and dualisms. Sometimes, just being able to let dissension be, to disagree and let it be, allows a fresh perspective to return to the conversation later with a renewed interest in finding an answer. 

I want to end with a quick recap: love, listen, let. Lead with love, listen to learn, let it be. These strategies, when I can pull myself together to practice them strategically, have never lead me wrong in this world. This collective generational wisdom has always put me on a good, solid path. Leading with love has allowed me to meet some pretty interesting people, listening has allowed me to really see and hear them in order to learn from them, and letting it be allows me a certain type of peace when I do not get others to understand—or agree with—me. Remember from the beginning of this address what Sister Helen Prejean said, “Every human being is worth more than the worst thing they’ve ever done.” People need our love, our listening, and our letting it be. We need to love, to listen, to let it be. 

Parents, as I have ended almost every email I have sent you, thanks for sharing your students with me over the past three years. Teaching them, and learning from them, has been my great joy. 

And, graduates, as I have ended almost every class period we have shared over these years, I love you. Peace.

Why I Changed My Mind About Doing Muncie 70.3 This July

In November 2013, I made my last real attempt to finish a marathon. I trained. Hard. And then around mile 15 (maybe), I turned a corner where I saw that I would be running through a gauntlet of gingko trees. Normally, no worries, but I am allergic to the entire outdoors, and even though it wasn’t full on pollen season for these trees, they attacked my lungs in some way.

I have allergy and exercise induced asthma. Since high school, I have been able to control my exercise-induced asthma with swimming, meditating, and breathing exercises, but my allergy-induced asthma was a new and more aggressive development in my respiratory journey. So, I started to cry, which did not help my breathing, then I got overwhelmed and embarrassed, then I quit. I called my parents to come pick me up at mile 15 (maybe), and I was so devestated that I pretty much quit trying to run long distances, and eventually put myself into a shame cycle that resulted in my eventual loss of fitness and no real desire to return fully to it until last June. I dabbled, but never remained faithful to any kind of longterm fitness plan.

Last June, at my fattest, I weighed 293 pounds. I am 5’3″ tall. In general, I am not a fat-shaming individual, but I wasn’t comfortable in my own body in a way that I had never experienced before in my life. Had I been weight conscious? Yes. Had I tried to lose weight or get in better shape? Yes. Did I ever have problems tying my shoes before? No. Did I ever experince struggling to walk a mile before? No. I am well aware that part of my struggle with my health was brought on by extreme stress, depression, unhealthy eating, and having COVID four times in three years time. But, to me all of those things (except COVID) were a by product of quitting that marathon nearly a decade ago. Obviously, I am not silly enough to think that all of my problems with my health stem from that, but when I quit that marathon. I kind of quit on myself. And when I quit on myself, it affected nearly all facets of my life.

I would never tell someone else to lose weight, and I would never say that being fat is the worst thing a person can be, but, for me, last June was a time I don’t want to return to. I enjoy being active. I enjoy moving my body. I enjoy how exercise makes me feel. I don’t want to return to being so exhausted and depressed that I could barely remember to shower or do my dishes or fold my clothes. So, I decided to eat healthier, exercise more, and get myself back. From June until December I lost about 20 pounds on my own by exercising with a friend who was losing a lot of weight; I also kind of tried to mimic what I ate after what she was eating, because she was being so successful. Then in December, I decided I wanted to try to use an app to help with weightloss. Since starting that app, I’ve lost another 20 pounds. I would still like to lose about 60 more pounds, so I can trail run like a boss again.

One of the first things I did when I started losing weight last summer was sign up for the Muncie 70.3, because I had completed it in 2013 after another period in my life when I had lost weight (this was before quitting the marathon). I decided that would be my goal. And, in January, I started focused training for the event. I quickly realized two things: because of my lung capacity, running is really hard these days, and because training for a triathlon requires work in three sports, I was struggling to make time in my already overloaded schedule for quality workouts. I continued working hard until late March or early April, but then I had a triumvirate of circumstances that derailed me: my mother-in-law died, I got really sick again with some sort of respiratory illness, and I got selected for jury duty. All of these events caused me to get a little behind in everything, and what I ended up having to cut was my workouts.

I travelled to Minnesota to be with my wife for a few days after her mom died, and while I was up there, and on the 10 hour drive each way, I contemplated whether or not I could get back on track with my training, whether or not starting this triathlon and maybe not finishing would be healthy for me, and whether or not I could continue to sustain my work load while getting back on track. For me, everything (work, training, household chores, social events, church, and anything else) works together in a really delicate balance of mental health opportunities and challenges. I always have to consider what will push me back into depression or what will help me stay out of depression. I don’t know if everyone else has to do that or not, but if you do, I feel for you, because it really sucks to have life be controlled by the potential of falling back into a dark place that is difficult to escape. Being mentally healthy is a constant struggle for some of us.

I know—I can sense it in my soul, think it my mind, and feel it in my body— that if I start that race on July 12, and I don’t finish, that I will fall back into a serious depression. And, since I have been sober for a bit longer than 40 months now, depression isn’t something I want to invite into my life. I know that I will push myself to a point of pain, because I said I would do it, and I’ll be embarrassed if I don’t finish. I know that I will likely not finish within the time limit, so it would go into hte world as a DNF. I know if I have to see that in print, I will feel like I failed. And, I know at least one of you reading this would say something to me, like a DNF is better that Did Not Start. Well, for me it really isn’t at this point in my life. I know that someday I will do another 70.3 and maybe someday, maybe, I will even attempt a 120.6. But, not this July. This July 12, I will probably be hiking somewhere, having fun with friends.

Ultimately, I decided that I need to use the ten weeks of summer to create the life I want, one of getting up early to swim, walking/running, eating healthy, going for bike rides, reading good books, working, hiking, having social time, writing, planning next school year, vacationing with my wife, going to church on Sundays and taking a real Sabbath, and accomplishing some sort of rhythm that fills me up and makes me be my best.

Ultimately, I decided that I can’t afford to start a race that I may not finish. I can’t let myself down in that way at this point in my life, and I can’t push myself back into that shame cycle. I need to have exercise be a safe place that cleaves my mind, soul, and body in a way that doesn’t seem like work, but seemd like a release and comfort. I have experienced that before, so I know it’s possible.

Ultimately, I am choosing me. I am working hard to balance my social, emotional, spiritual, intellectual, physical, environmental, financial, occupational, and social wellness.

Ultimately, I am not giving up, but I am moving forward.

Lent and a New Planner

A few weeks ago I purchased a new planner to help me organize myself better, because I am extremely unorganized in most areas of my life, and I find that I can’t remember things like I used to be able to remember them. I find myself double-booking, forgetting events, and generally getting overwhelmed and falling behind with things I need to pay closer attention to. I ordered a beautiful yellow planner with a big sunflower on the front—I like flowers—from Passion Planner. I will admit that they are a little pricey, but so far the extra touches and emails have made it worth it. One email was a weekly insert asking me to consider the ways in which I love myself and what I can do to remind myself of those things more regularly. Worthwhile.

A couple of things I love already are the way the planner has the user reiterate their goals, their focus each day, and their events. This should help me remember what drives me. The other thing I love so far is that the planner begins by having the user identify their core values; first they rank several values, then they group them, then they decide which three are their core values that motivate them, or that move them. In the end, I settled on three (each with a sub value, so six total): altruism/community, grace/peace, and wisdom/humility. If I am honest, these six values have been part of my guiding force for most of my life, and I am excited to intentionally work toward a better understanding of them, so I can better apply them in all areas of my life.

I mention all of this, because I had a difficult time discerning how to practice my faith this Lent. I knew I wanted to leave behind social media for at least these 40-ish days, because I have been spending way too much time just aimlessly scrolling. Today, for example, had I not given up social media, I may have missed out on my walk—no, I would have missed out on my walk because I wouldn’t have moved from the couch. If I had missed out on my walk, I wouldn’t have seen the herd of deer running through the brush in the wetlands preserve, I wouldn’t have heard the frogs peeping in the marsh there, and I may not have seen all of the geese, ducks, and other birds out doing their spring things. More importantly, one of my big goals for this year is to complete the Muncie 70.3, as I wrote in my last post. And, had I been scrolling, I would have spent one more day just sitting, not moving my body. To be honest, I am completely terrified about finishing this event. I know I can swim and bike, but the run/walk has me nervous!

In addition to giving up social media, which I understand in the grand scheme of this world isn’t earth shattering or really even a sacrifice, I have decided I am going to be intentional (again) about reading my Bible and trying (still) to make it through the entire text from beginning to end, but let me just say that Chronicles is just rough. Every single time. I guess I feel led to do this and to tell you about it, because I have also moved my membership (finally) from the UMC to the Episcopal Church, which I have loved for more than a decade. And, the best part of loving the Episcopal Church is they love me back, rather than just tolerating me, so I feel invested in my faith in a new way. I have been trying to get back into a deeper relationship with God for a few years now, and I’ve been missing some things, so refocusing is helping me think deeper and to try harder to rekindle that faith.

Finally, one of the best things happened to me while Bec was here visiting. If you know us, you know church is really important to both of us, because church is the outward expression of our inward faith. Just so we’re clear, our collective faith and belief in Jesus is the important part here, not the institution of church. But, I digress. What was cool is that we were asked to present the elements for eucharist at the Ash Wednesday service. I was hesitant because of my Brian (my brain when it behaves anxiously, what if I trip? what if I drop it? what if my pants are stuck in my butt crack? what if I forget to bow to the altar (which I did)?), but Bec was eager to do it because she is a communion steward at her church and isn’t afraid of being in front of people in any capacity, which I admire about her. We did it, and it was lovely, and all of the wafers and wine made it to the front of the church successfully. Since, we rarely get to see each other, and even more rarely get to go to church together, presenting the elements was an extra special gift for the two of us. To make it even more special, we were also celebrating our 12 anniversary or our handfasting ceremony. In short, the day was lovely and meaningful.

Half Ironman Muncie 70.3

Last night was my first training day for Muncie 70.3 on July 12, 2025. I am excited, and I am terrified. I know training for an event like this is a huge sacrifice, and I know that some people won’t understand why I say no to more things, but this is something I need to do for me, at 50, after weighing almost 300 pounds last May (293 to be exact; after I swore that I would never get fatter than my previous fattest weight of 256). While I am not a real “how much I weigh” person, I do know that after being severely depressed and eating or sleeping my feelings away and having COVID four times, which limited my lung capacity so extremely that walking a mile was hard, I am so happy to be making strides toward better mental health, eating healthy food, and moving my body every day.

I plan to bike and swim on Monday, Wednesday, and Friday and run/walk every Tuesday, Thursday, and Saturday. What’s hard about this endeavor is that around the end of April and through May and June, I know I will spend the better part of every Saturday going for long rides and/or long runs. I will miss out on some things, but I have to focus to make this goal a reality. When you choose one thing, a half ironman, you have to give up other things, like going to church every Sunday, or going to breakfast every Saturday, or going on long trips without access to a place to run, bike, or swim. I need for my body and mind to be ready for the second half of this life.

My body will come along with discipline, but my mind is more difficult to change. I struggle constantly with a feeling of not belonging anywhere I am. I struggle at church because I am queer, I struggle at school because I don’t share the same philosophies as some of my colleagues, I struggle in the queer community because I am a Christian, I struggle because I believe that all people should be free and that the broken lands should be given back to their indigenous caretakers, I struggle because I believe in mercy and justice and it seems as if this world isn’t interested in that, and I even struggle sometimes in my friendships because I feel like I am hard to be with since I am not always jovial and prefer really deep conversations most of the time. I guess by 50, I thought I’d have some sense of how to navigate being with people with whom I don’t necessarily fit 100%. Sometimes it hurts, sometimes I am okay with it.

One thing I am hoping is that I can spend my training miles working on my grief and anger at feeling constanly outside of the groups of which I am a part. I know exercise, especially swimming and hiking/trail running, heals me. I guess what I am looking forward to the most during training are the many hours of alone time, so I can process my emotions more efficiently, be present with myself and my surroundings, learn more about myself, and think through how I can process feeling isolated and a bit lonely.

We sit down to eat.

Last week’s poem is called “Eat” by Joy Harjo, who was our US Poet Laureate, and who is also one of my favorite poets. The last line of the poem says, “We sit down to eat.” The poem is about all the ways in which wildlife, as well as humans, and really all of nature, rely on each other as food. For example, there is a really beautiful image near the end of the poem: “The night is swallowing/ Daylight.” In this poem, each bit of nature relies on the consumption of the other parts of nature.

Eating is something I think a lot about, because consuming food is a necessity in this life, if we want to stay alive. But, eating, breaking bread, sharing a meal is also a way for us to build community, grow in love with each other, and learn how to give grace in new ways.

To start with, and this piece is important to me because of my faith, Jesus chose to commemorate himself through food: “While they were eating, Jesus took a loaf of bread, and after blessing it he broke it, gave it to the disciples, and said, ‘Take, eat; this is my body.’ Then he took a cup, and after giving thanks he gave it to them, saying, ‘Drink from it, all of you; for this is my blood of the covenant, which is poured out for many for the forgiveness of sins.'” (Matthew 26:26-27, NRSV). Jesus could have chosen any other thing to represent himself, but he knew, I think, that food binds people together in a way that really nothing else can. I mean he was building his legacy on top of his own faith’s legacy of the Passover, which is deeply and intricately intertwined with foodways. Jesus reinvented his own culture, and left a legacy of food as a means to wellness, a meal as a healing balm.

I like to think about the ways in which something simple like making my great-grandma’s bakalava recipe binds me back to her and to our shared history. I am not only tied to my great-grandma, but also to my grandma, my mom, my aunts, my cousins. We all share this lineage through a simple dessert. I remember when I was younger, and my Greek family would all gather together for holidays, weddings, funerals, and whatever other occasions, the most important part was the food we shared. My Aunt Aglaia was known for making amazing dolmades, my grandma was known for her spanakopita, my mom for her baklava, and countless other women in my family had their own specialties that they’d bring together to celebrate. As time went on, the gatherings diminished, until recently, we’ve only really met for funerals, which is quite sad.

I also think about the hundreds—or probably thousands—of hours I’ve spent with friends, family, acquaintances, strangers made friends, and others sitting in an uncomfortable booth at Pizza King, a soft comfy chair at a coffeehouse, or at a dining room table in someone’s house sharing a meal, coffee, or dessert, talking, and learning about each other. Food brings out a curiosity and a comfortability that may not have been there previously. We share a meal, we share life, and we come together in a unique way that doesn’t happen outside of consuming food together.

Food creates a social intimacy that cannot be duplicated by anything else. I don’t have words to explain why this happens. I just know it does, because I can feel it when I break bread with others. I know a miracle happens when we sit down to eat.