My partner and I have been having a weekly dinner at our place for 7 years. Every week, when we are home, we invite all our friends (and everyone we run into in the days leading up to it) to eat at our house. Some weeks 5 people come; others 15.

We've never made a lot of money, not enough to go out for drinks or out to eat or to the movies very often, but somehow we've always had food to share and friends to share it with, and it has felt like a small miracle each week to gather around our table and never run out of food

These days we have a weekly #socialdistancing dinner party on video calls. It is its own miracle to see friends, to have a window into their lives.

But there is no way to share food, and I've never wanted to share it more.

We have enough money to get by but not enough to donate much. We're quarantined with my mom, who's over 60, in an area with lots of COVID-19 cases. I am too scared to volunteer at the local food bank.

Tonight I read @lydiakiesling's words: "I am thinking about everyone who does not have enough food, who does not have enough money to prepare ten days ahead. It is so many people."

Earlier I listened to my mom tell her first graders where their families can go get food in a video conference, and one of her students chimed in to say, "¡Está rica la comida! ¡Te dan palomitas!"

I don't know what the point of this thread is, except to say that I have never felt more grateful or more guilty about having a fridge full of food. And that I wish so badly I could share it.