When I stumbled upon Communal Table, a publication about recipes and sharing meals together, it was in start-up phase, being launched on kick-starter. I knew I wanted in.
I submitted an inquiry about contributing to the online journal one of the upcoming issues. I got my chance. And so, I wrote this.
It got published and I was over the moon.
Becoming a writer does not happen just because a piece of work is posted somewhere officially.
No, becoming a writer is more nuanced, hidden between the pages of coffee-stained journals and late nights of contemplation. It’s frustrating as hell and also, one of my deep, great loves.
Capturing life, it turns out, through word is no easy task. But my, I do think it’s noble.
When my words appeared back to me for the first time, I realized that someone else had found meaning and power in them. And that was invigorating. It was as though being a writer was no longer an isolating experience – at least for a moment.
Communal Table is all about the conversation. On their website, they map out their purpose by answering the question below:
Their editorial team issued a call for submissions on a recent issue with the theme of “staff.” It was described as:
The staff of life keeps us going, and so does the staff that makes it. We appreciate all those who work in the background to make our daily lives happen. Consider this our ode to them. This issue is all about the hidden inner workings of the seemingly ordinary day and the people who make it all occur.
I submitted a piece about my grandmother. It’s called “A Sojourner’s Staff.”
To my delight, their team agreed to work with me to edit, refine, and perfect it. Five drafts and two months later, it’s finished. And, it’s here.
It’s about aging, love, and the tension of embracing the seasons we enter. Enjoy. And, keep writing.