Apple Pie of Freedom

Today I eat an apple pie of freedom. Not that freedom is here, but pie helps me forget for a moment my despair.

I eat a pie of freedom because the desire exists that one day freedom will come for all of us.

I eat a pie of freedom, because fascists, oligarchs, and power-hungry men will not win in the end.

I eat a pie of freedom, because caring for the suffering of others is never wrong.

I eat a pie of freedom because life is more than the falsehoods, half-truths, and made-up lies that people spread about everyone who is not like them.

Today I eat a pie of freedom so that one day we may all sit down and eat pie together — apple, cherry, pumpkin, lemon cream custard — and we will ask how the other is doing, and we will listen.

Next week I shall eat quiche.