Viva Brighton Issue #58 December 2017
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VIVA<br />
B R I G H T O N<br />
<strong>#58</strong>. DEC <strong>2017</strong><br />
EDITORIAL<br />
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Who would you invite to your dream dinner<br />
party? This is where I’m meant to describe<br />
all the literary greats, historical titans and<br />
religious leaders that collectively signify what<br />
a cultured/creative/mindful human being I<br />
am, but the truth is that I’d invite my family.<br />
Infuriating as they can sometimes be, no one<br />
has made me more ‘me’ than them and I’m<br />
lucky to have them. Of course, when I say<br />
‘family’ I count my biological family and my<br />
‘logical’ one (as described by honorary family<br />
member Armistead Maupin); ‘the one that<br />
actually makes sense for us’.<br />
So this issue is all about family. Our kith and<br />
our kin. The ones that we are born into and<br />
the others that we gather around ourselves as<br />
we roll through life. We meet families who<br />
work together and others that play together:<br />
doctors helping to get families started, and<br />
geneticists figuring out how much of who we<br />
become is hard-wired. And we visit just a few<br />
of the places that are creating their own sense<br />
of family: we break bread at a community<br />
bakehouse, and visit a club where kids from<br />
around the corner play table tennis with kids<br />
who’ve had to leave their families far behind,<br />
some walking here from war-torn corners of<br />
the globe.<br />
So, dear reader, pull up a chair. There is always<br />
a place at our table for you. Whether you grew<br />
up in suburban security or were raised by<br />
wolves, we belong together, you and us.