Pinkish Green

construction paper scrapsBy Sarah at ProgressiveKid

I’ve been called many things in my life, including “leftie,” “bleeding heart liberal,” and a personal favorite, “animal lover.” I never minded being called any of these things and never understood, frankly, why the person saying them seemed to think they were insults, which has on occasion led to my replying, “Thank you,” followed by a silence mildly uncomfortable for all parties involved.

Just recently, however, the name calling occurred again with a different result: I was surprised. It was not that the names themselves were unfamiliar. To the contrary, they were some of the old, recognizable, and not altogether unwelcome names leveled on many prior occasions. What was surprising this time was the context of the name calling. Continue reading

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