“This bread we have baked represents each one of us in this family,” says the prayer we recite after baking the prosphora, or communion bread. Every time, this sort of shocks me. Fascinates me. Mildly appalls me. How can it be that altar bread represents us–how can something so sacred and central to our faith and […]
Are Food Deserts Just a Mirage?
“The South Side really has so much beauty,” she told me. “The old buildings, the lakefront.” “I’m acclimated to the neighborhood now. But not everyone is able to.” We were speaking of Woodlawn, Lyletta and I. She’s lived there 11 years, she knows everything about her neighborhood, she’s written about it extensively, she can’t afford […]