The reaching out, when you’re not sure you’ll be welcomed or hell, even wanted, that’s the hard part that can scare people. I work in Hartford, a majority Black and Brown city, and I itch to move here in a couple of years when my kid goes off to college. The suburb where I live is ridiculously pale and the attitudes match. Why did I move there, then, from a diverse and wonderful town? Because we had to start renting again, and the new suburb has outstanding (free!) schools. But the tradeoff for the last 7 years has been a sea of white faces nearly everywhere I go: Starbucks, the grocery store, the gas station, the restaurants, etc. etc. etc. I think that is why I love Hartford and my lunchroom. It isn’t so damned Becky-with-the-good-hair-everywhere. I am fortunate to work for an entity that is comprised of many different colours and cultures and languages and traditions, all of which are respected. (Sidebar: my supervisors are Black and Brown women, as are a lot of other supervisors. In fact, there are a LOT of women in charge.) Then again that’s how I, a middle-aged white woman, see it. Others who are not MAWW may not see it that way. I am not sure what I’m trying to say, Joel, other than I hope people will consider your invitation to open up and listen, be a little brave, step out of their boxes, and allow connections to happen.