They were just another random family having dinner together at a fast food restaurant. But I couldn’t stop listening to their interaction with each other — and feeling envious.
I don’t know these people. I’ll probably never see them again. They have no idea anybody was paying attention to them. But there were some things about them that made me want to be like them.
There were two little girls and a boy, along with their parents. Everybody got along and seemed completely relaxed with one another. The children were well-behaved for their age, but they weren’t perfect. The parents gently corrected when they got a bit out of line, but they were relaxed about it.
The parents seemed as though they liked each other. They were trying to figure something out about an online order that they were about to pick up, so they were collaborating in the midst of dealing with the kids. Nobody was snapping or being short. They were polite and helpful to each other.
It sounds completely unremarkable, but what I saw was completely different from what I typically see and hear.

Was I ‘fat’? ‘Lazy’? My father’s ugly words made me feel shame
I struggle to love a flawed world because I struggle to love myself
People who invoke ‘fairness’ generally just mean, ‘Do things my way — or else’
If I ever get to heaven, it’ll be mercy, not justice, that’s served
Very few things warm my heart and fill me with joy like babies
If you’re driven to create beauty, you’re an artist — like it or not
Check out my re-runs if you’d like, because I’m on vacation for a bit
‘I know who you are,’ she said. ‘Do you know who you really are?’
Alternative cultures exist because mainstream culture is alienating