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  • Moriah stole her socks from her father, who allegedly hates when his socks are stolen (not that most fathers appreciate their adult children stealing their socks). Aislinn didn't buy any of the clothes she was wearing; in fact, her cardigan was left behind at her wedding ceremony--an accidental gift that turned out to be a favorite even years later. And Yonah can tie ties in more ways than any of us sitting at that table even knew existed, he was sporting a Trinity Knot.

    None of us had ever had dinner together before and its very unlikely that the sixteen of us will ever gather together again. We shared warm veggies and melting cheese--Swiss Raclette style--on a blustery spring evening. We shared stories of gratitude and stories of the clothes we were wearing.

    Daniel was the first person I have ever met who loves the wind--it brings change and new life he said. Mika, Dani and Keli, lifelong friends living on opposites sides of the country, expressed gratitude for being able to come together after being very far apart.

    These stories, these faces and this food is the manifestation of a dream I had nearly a year and half ago. I woke up quite confused by my memory of dining with my favorite college professor, one of my best friends and a homeless man I talk with on occasion from Harvard Square. This couldn't ever happen. I couldn't ever bring all these people together...or could I? I knew I wanted to give people a place at my table. I wanted to create space for the infinite possibility that exists between any two people, a space we have lost along with the commons. What I didn't know was how badly I wanted those things--so much so that my desires showed up in my subconscious...

    So four months ago, I started a simple initiative called The Table, inspired by that dream. I printed some dinner invitations on cards and pass them out to anyone and everyone I meet--regardless of race, religion, gender, sexuality, age or occupation. And then twice a month, I get all the pots and pans my roommates and I have and cook food for whoever shows up. I don't have an agenda or a strategic plan or even conversation topics nor am I certain that I need them. Rumor has it in my hometown that no one in my family has ever met a stranger and I think that is true. I want it to be true. I want to bring strangers together because together is where we find ourselves. Together is where we find our place.
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