by Sarah Van Diest
We sat around the long, wooden table talking about life.
Breakfast for dinner is the best, everyone agreed. It’s like getting to have
dessert as the meal. Eggs and sausage bring a bit of balance to the pancakes
and pastries. It’s like cheating, but not… or maybe I just want to believe it’s
not. Either way, we all agreed, breakfast for dinner is the best.
Each person at the table had stories to share. Each life had
been impacted by events and circumstances, people and relationships, health and
wealth, or the lack thereof. Telling our tales can be clumsy. We feel the
pressure of time, not wanting to take too much of it; we feel the urge to hold
back or put a happy face on while we speak; we feel the desire to be understood
and even more strongly, not to be misunderstood. But each one has a story.
