Back in Brooklyn last night, the neighborhood that raised me long before it was “a thing.” Walking up from the C train onto streets that still live in my bones felt like stepping into memories.

Dinner with my daughter and her dear friend Caroline became one of those nights I wish I could bottle. We talked about the yearning for community, the complicated joy and difficulty of owning their own power as they grow into it, and laughed— a little nervously — about the choices ahead and how easy it is to wake up living inside other people’s expectations. Somewhere between dinner and dessert, we realized it had been ten years since we’d all been together.

My daughter glowed as she sliced the sourdough she had patiently nurtured, alongside a simple, beautiful meal, finishing with mint chocolate chip Yasso bars. Meraki in its purest form.

I left feeling full of love, grateful for where I came from, and deeply hopeful for where these younger women are going.

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by Stephanie Georges
Founder and CEO
The Meraki Dignity Project

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