Back when things were normal, my mom, sister and I would emerge from our distant corners of Chicago to meet at Nana for a little schmoozing and a lot of fried avocados before an evening exploring the Bridgeport Art Center . Today, the lack of “meet at Nana?” texts in my life is breaking my heart into a million pieces. To those missing the little traditions that our local restaurants host, especially those of Nana , please consider buying gift cards, ordering takeout and donating at the link:

https://www.gofundme.com/f/2xbpt-employee-emergency-fund?utm_source=customer&utm_medium=copy_link&utm_campaign=p_cf+share-flow-1