Tonight I feel grieved by this, by what feels to me like a failure.
When we got home, I made dinner for us and two of running son's friends. I took special pleasure in the preparations--omelets and toast; roasted potatoes, carrots, parsnips; sliced oranges and black grapes; a lemon cake. My friend and her husband together were geniuses of hospitality, conviviality. I want to nurture that in myself and in our home, the simple human gestures by which we help each other live, connect, thrive.