Recently one morning while getting ready, I flipped on the TV to supply some background chatter. ABC’s “The View” was on, you know, that estrogen-rich program where Whoopi Goldberg acts as the moderator amongst several women discussing current issues and their different points of “view.”

Personally, I am not a fan of daytime TV, especially in the mornings. But while listening to Whoopi and the girls discuss issues dealing with the upcoming presidential election, Whoopi’s familiar voice was the only one that made it to my ears. That is when it occurred to me that Whoopi would make an excellent guest for dinner.

She is so confident and cool?seeming so at home in her skin. And for women, seeing other women with that quality is alluring. Her voice is seasoned with testament. It sounds of years mixed with hardships, hard work and determination peppered with the echo of years spent smoking, reminding you of what wisdom often sounds like.

Wearing blue jeans and tennis shoes while other women are donning heels and designer dresses, her blatant disregard for the normal speaks for itself. I can relate to that cultural irreverence, seeking the genuine and disliking pretension.

With her trademark wire rim glasses, dreadlocks, and soulful smile, she has an aura of honesty about her that shines. Since becoming the latest addition as moderator and co-host of “The View,” she’s begun exercising a side of her personality that is fun to watch. Her liberal views and social consciousness offer a refreshing blend of humor and practicality tempered with experience and compassion.

Since starting this series of articles, I have often wondered if these invitations are ever read. Do they even get touched?let alone opened? Or do they become part of the many countless letters thrown onto a heap. I like to think of Whoopi receiving this invitation one day, reading it, smiling and thinking to herself, “wonder what she’ll be having for dinner?” It could happen. You never know. Maybe she’ll call before she comes.