cake for thought

[Brainstormy]

So I’ve just made a spectacular birthday cake for my sister and I’m smiling as I take my bowl of leftover buttercream frosting to my lovely stainless steel sink and begin to use tons of dishwashing soup and gallons of water to run the stuff down my state-of-the-art garbage disposal to go somewhere I never think about, and then suddenly I AM thinking.

I’m thinking about all the women in the world who can’t bake a fancy cake. About those who struggle to even feed their families. About all the women in the world who don’t even have clean water. And I’m not smiling anymore. And I realize, again, why I can’t believe in anybody’s God.