Do you remeber Paula Cole's song, "Where Have All the Cowboys Gone?" I've replaced her cowboys with a craving for cupcakes. Where have all the cupcakes gone? I used to live four blocks away from a cupcake bakery in the Squirrel Hill section of Pittsburgh. On a daily basis I walked by the storefront and was greeted with cupcakes that looked like a piece of art. I am in Metro-Detroit now and can't find any cupcake stores. Help!
Have you ever tried NOT to write about something? The topic might scare you, it might seem intimidating or it might force you to face your own flaws. I have been trying to not write about this for a few weeks now out of fear and resistance of facing the things I need to work on. I have to face up to the fact that maybe I'm not as open minded as I thought I was. When I was a kid, I assumed that everyone was treated fairly and with respect. When I got older, I realized that viewpoint was incorrect. I grew up in a suburb of Detroit that was very white. When I was in junior high, the city decided to bus some of the students from the other side of town to our middle school. This caused an uproar with parents, many of whom were white. The kids being bussed in were of Middle Eastern descent and it was very clear that the fear felt by others was based on ignorance and discrimination. Then, I went to college and majored in creative writing and wo...
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