Lunch

One of my favorite words…
Fresh is another. Or Bounce.

Lunch. It’s evolution over the years of my life have all been good.

Remembering my mom making lunch for me and my brother – grilled cheese and tomato soup in the cold months or pb&j in the warm.

Lunch in the college dining hall, where I could eat Capt. Crunch if I wanted and frequently did.

I sang the only solo I will ever sing in front of a crowded theater, belting out The Ladies Who Lunch.

My first lunch as a working girl in Manhattan… I wish I could remember the specific place, but I do remember the feeling. I was finally a grown-up!

Lunch in Bryant Park with my future husband and MIL, talking about religion and what it would mean for my future family.

Now, going to lunch means I get to connect with friends that I see too infrequently. We make time for each other in our hectic lives to sit and break bread and enjoy one another’s company. Who wouldn’t be hungry for that?