The Table Still Matters

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I try not to say much on Sundays.

But this has been sitting with me.

Food costs more now.

You feel it at the store.

You feel it before you even decide what to cook.

But the part that stays with me isn’t just the price.

It’s what we’re slowly letting go of.

Sunday used to mean something.

Not because everything was easier.

But because people made time anyway.

Now we go out.

We wait.

We pay.

We leave.

And somewhere in that, something quieter disappears.

So maybe… stay home.

Cook what you can.

Nothing complicated.

Nothing perfect.

Sit down with people who know you.

People who don’t need a menu to understand you.

The table doesn’t need much.

Just a place.

A little time.

Someone willing to share it.

That might still be enough.

Kyle J. Hayes

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