FOR THE TABLE — A Community Holiday Initiative by Black Girls Who Write

This holiday season, we’re raising funds to support individuals and families who deserve a warm meal, a moment of peace, and a reminder that they are not alone.

For Thanksgiving, we are providing gift cards to individuals who have been furloughed, laid off, are behind on SNAP benefits, or require additional financial assistance. Every dollar helps someone fill their fridge, set a table, and breathe a little easier. If you are in need of holiday support, please fill out this form here.

For Christmas, we’re extending our care to Jamaica, where families are rebuilding in the aftermath of Hurricane Melissa. We’re partnering with local Jamaican churches and community leaders to deliver essentials—books, toys, clothing, food, toiletries, and more—to children and families who are still recovering.

Your donation directly fuels this work. Your generosity helps someone feel remembered. Your support helps someone eat, rest, rebuild, and reconnect. If you can give, thank you. If you can share, thank you. If you can hold our community in love this season, thank you. Everyone deserves a seat at the table. Help us make that possible.

[From our Founder, Tamika ]

I’ve always said Jamaica raised me just as much as my parents did. As a first-generation American with two Jamaican grandparents, the island has been my second heartbeat for as long as I can remember. My childhood visits were split between Kingston, Islington, and other parts of the island—family visits, long summers, family reunions, quick vacations, and the quiet moments spent watching my grandmother pack barrels and bags for the families she supported in her hometown of Islington every Christmas. Giving wasn’t just something we did; it became our ritual. Our way of honoring where we came from. Our tradition of service. So when Hurricane Melissa devastated the island, it shook me deep. I know firsthand how Jamaica moves—how our people show up, how our government responds, how tourism shapes the rhythm of everyday life. Seeing the destruction left me with more questions than answers. But before I could spring into action, I needed to know one thing: Was my family safe? Were our communities still standing? It took weeks to finally reach them. When we did, we exhaled. They’re safe. Grateful. Holding on. But so many of our fellow Jamaicans aren’t. So many are without food, shelter, clothing, or any sense of what comes next. And that’s when I realized: it’s time to bring back the tradition my grandmother started. The tradition that shaped me. The tradition that paused during the pandemic but never left our hearts. This holiday season, my uncle and grandfather will be heading to Jamaica, not just to be with family, but to serve. To stand in the gap. To show up for the people who need it most. And this is where I humbly ask for your support.

Just like the Jamaican motto says, "Out of many, one people."