I owe someone an apology.
You know who you are. The one everyone calls “Little Debbie”. The girl whose picture graces a vast collection of inexpensive delights!
For years now – for some unfathomable reason – I regarded myself as being somehow “above” your sweet treats.
I would pass by your smiling face without so much as a wave. How rude! I never, ever, bought a single box from your display. I would hurry on to desserts from the Big City, with exotic names like Tiramisu or faux-folksy names like Ben & Jerry. But Little Debbie? Never. Continue reading “A Spirituality of Sweets”