Yesterday my wife and I attended an art gallery opening, watched an experimental theatre production and marched downtown with Black Lives Matter protesters. “Oh, no!” I snorted. “We’ve turned into artsy, liberal white people!” My wife chuckled. But is it true? Have we?
Not really. The artist is a personal friend. Our daughter and son-in-law (both professional actors) were in the play. And Black Lives Matter…? Well, the three activities had just one thing in common: community. We were simply trying to be there for the people we love. Not a bad way to spend the day, actually. And something we need to do far more often!
P.S. Anybody got a good recipe for fermented quinoa-kale “peace brownies?”