My family lives in Santa Cruz. My Dad and Bonnie, my Mom and Rupert, all three Cousins and their children, my Uncle, my Aunts, and both Grammas. It seems that no matter how much time I am here there is never enough time to see everyone. I am now dating someone who also has family in Santa Cruz so add to that list another Mom and a Brother. I have been like a political operative in an election season- constantly on the phone, scheduling meetings back to back, combining where I can, distracted by incoming texts, planning, planning, planning. And of course, this does not include all of my friends, whom I long for and want to feel a part of even though I don't officially live here right now. On Monday night I invited my peers to a potluck dinner at Kelly's. And I have to say it was not that different from the family dinners I have been a part of all week. The meal was balanced and healthy and we spoke of politics, community drama and food. We drank fine wine. We did the dishes. And we retired to our respective homes by midnight. I was both inspired and challenged by various aspects of the night and like any good family, I know that despite differences (or maybe because of), I will know and love these folks all my life. Until next time...

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