Food typically invokes a sense of fellowship, but when we think of “Soul Food,” it takes it to a whole new level. Visions of candied yams, mac & cheese, fried chicken, fried fish, and collard greens become like the story tale “visions of sugarplums dancing in their heads.” It is hard not to associate Soul Food without a “gathering of Souls.” Though one singular word “Soul,” there is a dual meaning here for my friends and me because it is not just about the gathering for the consumption of the Soul food as a type of food; it is also about the gathering with the intent to metaphorically feed the Soul. The purpose of the gathering is to truly provide a judgment-free, safe space for my friends to share their truth, whatever that may be for them. There are no masks here. Authenticity is the only requirement for admission. Black Women Matter here. You are seen here. You belong here. You are enough here.