Who’s Entitled to Blueberry Muffins?
Let’s start in a coffee shop where a middle aged woman has just been told that there are no more blueberry muffins. She reacts badly.
Let’s start in a coffee shop where a middle aged woman has just been told that there are no more blueberry muffins. She reacts badly.
Then MOses set OUT with JOSHua his AIDE. And MOses went UP the MOUNtain of GOD.
If you’re looking for a redemptive ending, I don’t have one.
As a white person, it’s easy for me to assume that my way of viewing the world is normal. And not just normal, but best. That my way of talking is best. That my way of keeping time is best. That my way of doing church is best.
I will battle against my own impatience and distrust as I remember that people are not exchangeable puzzle pieces.
“We should totally hang out.”
The lie comes easily. Situations such as this feel like they require politeness and kindness more than truth.
The man: “Wow, how great. Now you be sure to take super special care of that beautiful baby. What’s her name?”
Random man: MY REAL NAME IS DONALD J. TRUMP AND YOU’RE FIRED!
That’s one thing that sucks about winter camping. There’s nothing to do after it gets dark, except drink beer and stare at the fire.
B: I think that it might be important to take a minute and savor the fact that you no longer actively think you’re terrible