#Plan Pastor Familiarization Tour

[weswhoreland]

into my arms

wes borland x gn!reader

mature 1684 words read on ao3 based on this ask

You bonded over music.

That’s what had first drawn you to him, all those months ago. When you first moved into the apartment complex, you hadn’t known anyone. You weren’t a loner necessarily, but meeting people was a lot easier said than done. For weeks you kept to yourself. You went to work and came home, a familiar routine. A safe routine. You were friendly with your neighbors, but it never grew past that.

Then, you met Wes.

Your local record shop was a short walk from the complex. Once you discovered it, you couldn’t get enough. After work you’d often find yourself there, browsing through albums and window shopping. You were busying yourself doing exactly that, adding another CD to your stack when you heard a voice from behind you.

“Is that Murder Ballads?”

It startled you a little. Casual conversation wasn’t uncommon at the shop, but never directed at you. When you turned, you were face-to-face with a stranger. Tall, brown-eyed… and admittedly cute.

“Yeah,” you agreed. “I love Nick Cave.”

As it turned out, Wes did too. A lot. That wasn’t where the similarities in your music tastes ended, either. The two of you had started talking, and by the time you finally checked out with the cashier, an hour had passed.

After that, you and Wes were inseparable. As it turned out, he lived in your apartment complex, too. A different building, sure, but close enough that the two of you found yourselves spending a lot of time together. He was easy to talk to. And fun. Slowly, you learned more about him. Wes plays guitar, and he’s good at it too. He’s from Virginia. He has a brother, his dad’s a pastor… and he’s in a band.

A really good band.

That’s been your life for months. Slowly but surely, Wes has nudged his way into your routine. If you’re not alone with Wes, you’re with his bandmates. And if not with them… well, you’re wishing you were. Wes -- all of them, really -- have become such integral parts of your life. When you first met him in the record store, you wouldn't have imagined he'd become this important to you.

Not that you've told him that.

Tonight is like any other night. You and Wes are hanging out, passing the time away. The two of you have been listening to music, talking, watching movies… anything you can think of. It’s been a good night. Admittedly, you think, the two of you are just trying to soak up as much time together as you can. Because in a few days, Wes will be leaving on tour.

It won’t be forever, you keep reminding yourself. Still, that doesn’t change the fact that he’s leaving. It’s a good thing. This is his dream, and you want that for him. You want that for him more than anything. But… well. Over the last few months, he’s become one of your closest friends. And it might be selfish, but you don’t want him to leave. Once Wes and the guys leave, your life will go back to the way it was before. And, admittedly, you like seeing Wes every day. You like spending time with him, getting to know him, hearing him laugh. The thought of not seeing him for months…

Needless to say, you’re distracting yourself. Or trying to, at least. Anything to keep your mind off the fact that in a few days, things will be changing. Unfortunately, you’re learning that’s much easier said than done. The goal was to make dinner. Something the two of you could enjoy together… and admittedly, something that would help take your mind off things. That was the plan, until you realize what you need is higher than you can reach.

“Fuck,” you mutter under your breath. It had to be something Wes put away. He’s always trying to be helpful, but sometimes he doesn’t remember that you’re not as tall as he is. You stand there in the kitchen, cabinet wide open as you stare up at it in annoyance. You don’t want to ask for help. Maybe it’s a pride thing, or maybe it’s just on principle. But…

“I’ve got it.”

You didn’t hear Wes come into the kitchen. Still, in an instant you feel him as he comes up behind you, stretching just enough to pluck the box from the top shelf. There’s the briefest moment where you can feel him brush against you. It shouldn’t send a chill down your spine, but it does. It also shouldn’t make your heart race.

You hear a soft thud as Wes gently sets the box he was reaching for on the counter. You turn to look at him. You should say something – thank him, maybe – but you can’t quite get the words out. Apparently, neither can Wes. The two of you stare at each other wordlessly, like two deer caught in the headlights. You need to say something, you desperately remind yourself. You need to–

Before your mind can fully process what’s happening, he kisses you.

His lips are soft, softer than you would expect. It's the first thing you realize once your mind returns to you, once your thoughts stop swirling incoherently. His lips are soft, his hands feel nice on your hips, and he's good at this. Very good. You barely have time to weigh your options before your mind's made up. You kiss him back, letting your own hands wander. You press his shirt up just enough to feel his soft skin beneath your fingertips, to feel his warmth against you. What are you doing? The question runs through your mind, but you can't bring yourself to care. Wes is your best friend, and you want to kiss him. And apparently, he wanted to kiss you, too.

When he finally pulls back, there’s a brief moment where the silence stretches between the two of you. It isn’t awkward – not really. You’re fairly certain your brain isn’t functioning well enough right now for it to be awkward. Instead, you’re just staring at him. You’re staring at him… and Wes is staring back.

Fuck, he kissed you. Your best friend kissed you… and you liked it.

A lot.

Finally, Wes lets out a little laugh. It’s hesitant, unsure. So unlike the man you’ve grown to know. Maybe he’s thinking the exact same thing you are right now.

“... Sorry.”

Wait. He’s apologizing? For what, kissing you? Before you can stop yourself, you’re laughing.

“Sorry?” You repeat.

Wes looks embarrassed. Maybe it wasn’t the best idea to laugh, but you couldn’t help yourself. “Yeah,” he agrees. “... I don’t know. I’ve just been thinking about it for a while.”

... He's been thinking about it for a while?

“What?" You ask. "About kissing me?”

“Yeah.”

Well. That’s news to you. Sure, your feelings for Wes have festered for a while, no matter how hard you’d tried to stop them. But the fact that he feels the same way? It throws you for a loop, almost makes your head spin. Surely he's lying. He has to be. But--

Apparently, you’ve stayed silent for too long. Suddenly, Wes is scrambling to clarify himself.

“I’m not asking you to feel the same way,” Wes continues. “And if that made shit weird, I’m sorry. I just… I don’t know. I keep thinking about it. And – I don’t want to leave.”

He doesn’t want to leave. … Well. Isn’t that something? Because admittedly, you don't want him to leave either.

“Wes,” you start. “Stop. I do. Feel the same way, I mean.”

“... You do?”

“Yeah,” you agree. “I do. And… I don’t want you to go, either.”

It feels like a blasphemous confession, but it’s true. Even so, Wes almost looks relieved. Relieved that you feel the same way, that you also have hesitations about the tour. You could ask him to stay, you realize. You could ask him to forget all of that, to stay here, to build a life with you. But…

“I don’t want you to go,” you continue. “But you need to.”

“(Y/N)--”

“No,” you stop him. “I’m serious. You’re not missing out on this just for me.”

Wes looks like he wants to say something — to protest — but he doesn’t. Good, you think. He knows you. You don’t give up easily, especially when you’re right.

Finally, Wes lets out a breath.

“It won’t be forever,” he points out. “I’ll be back. And… you can visit?”

“Oh yeah?” You grin.

“Yeah,” he agrees.

Visit. That sounds…

Nice. It sounds really nice. You can picture it now, watching Wes and the guys play from the side stage. Your mind wanders a little, letting yourself picture Wes as he comes off stage, happy and smiling and exhilarated as he kisses you again--

Jesus, okay. You need to focus.

“I’d like that,” you say finally. “A lot.”

This feels… stupid. So stupid. Wes is your best friend, but having a friend who’s a rockstar and a boyfriend who’s a rockstar are completely different things. Are you ready for this? To commit yourself fully to a man who will spend so long away from home? You have no doubt in your mind that Limp Bizkit will make it big. They’ll make it big… and none of this will be easy. There will be times when it's hard, when both of you wonder if you made the right choice. You'll fight, you'll argue, maybe you'll say things you regret. But...

But, maybe none of that matters right now. Because you want this. It hits you suddenly that you want this with Wes. To be with him, no matter the obstacles. And if that means being apart for a few months... it's worth it. It's worth it, just to know that you'll be together again eventually.

Without another word, you pull Wes in for another kiss. You wish you could this forever, you realize. To kiss him forever, to hold him forever. And... there's something else you want. Something that, unfortunately, you'll have to drag him to the bedroom for.

You think dinner can wait.

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[hauntedhowlett-writes]

‘til the sun burns out - part 3

part of the nothing else matters universe

part 1 | part 2 | part 3

Pairing: Eddie Munson/Reader

Rating: Explicit (18+, MDNI)

Read it on AO3

Summary:

Your wedding night to Eddie Munson.

Additional tags: explicit sexual content, p in v, cunnilingus, dirty talk, degradation, fluff and smut, no angst, established relationship

“Edward James Munson, if you are late to our wedding I will personally send you to hell myself,” you hiss into the receiver, leaving your fifth and increasingly threatening voice message to the phone the guys share while they’re on the road.

Your best friend Claire looks at you expectantly as you walk back into your bedroom. She flinches at your murderous expression but cheerily says, “Don’t worry, sugar, I’m sure they’re just…on the road. Speeding down here to make all your dreams come true.”

Rather than respond, you pour yourself another shot of vodka and toss it back. Then, you start pacing again, wringing your hands together to avoid grabbing the phone and leaving your sixth message.

It’s 1991 and a seasonably warm June day in Hawkins. You’ve been engaged to the man of your dreams for over a year, and the wedding planning was what kept you busy and your mind occupied during the months he was away for his latest tour and recording sessions.

Your wedding is scheduled to begin at 2 p.m. at Hawkins Church. You had kicked and screamed your way to this decision, but ultimately your dad telling you it would make your late mama proud tugged hard enough at your heartstrings to make you relent. Eddie had been a pretty quick sell on the idea.

“You mean get married by the very man who called me a radical satanist? It might give him a heart attack. Let’s do it,” he’d said when you called him to tell him your dad’s guilt trips had finally won.

It was now noon, and Eddie was supposed to be home from the tour at 10 a.m., but you haven’t heard from him or any of the other guys. “Claire, I’m going to kill him.”

“So you’ve said. To anyone within a five foot radius.” She sets her wine down and stands, grasping you by your upper arms. “You need to relax. He’ll be here. When has Eddie ever let you down?”

“September 1986 when he admitted that he’s never actually liked Red Vines and only eats them because I like them.”

“That’s not letting you down, that’s having taste. Now ease up on the vodka, I don’t want to have to hold your hair back in church.”

There’s a knock at your bedroom door and a familiar head of luscious hair pokes his head in.

“Harrington!”

“What’s this about vodka?” He asks as he enters the room, giving you a quick hug. “Where’s Munson?”

Claire makes a striking motion across her throat, but it’s too late. “He’s not here. Our wedding is in two hours and he’s not here! ” You shout.

Steve’s eyes go wide as he watches you start your pacing over. He looks at Claire. “She been like this all day?”

“This is…arguably the most calm she’s been.”

“I’m sure he’s got a good reason for running late,” Steve says diplomatically. “And if he doesn’t, then I’m glad I’m not him.”

You glare at Steve. “Thanks, Harrington. You really know how to make a girl feel better.”

“Anytime. I just wanted to stop by and say hi, let you know Nancy and Robin just got back in town. El and Max are at the church decorating. Dustin is…somewhere, being Dustin.” He pauses. “Pastor Mitchell has only been praying for the absolution of your sins for the past hour or so.”

“Huh, that’s not so bad,” Claire murmurs.

“I know, right?” Steve rubs a hand over his chin as he thinks of anything else to tell you. “Oh, Mrs. Wheeler brought the cake over to the bar. Chad put it in the fridge.”

“At this rate, the only thing I’m looking forward to is Mrs. Wheeler’s German chocolate cake,” you grumble. “Thanks, Steve. If you hear anything from Eddie could you let me know?”

He gives a little two finger salute before slipping out the door and disappearing. Claire regards you with concerned eyes. “Come on, honey. Let’s get you dressed.”

—-

It’s 1:45 p.m. and your dad is going to be walking you down the aisle any minute. You’ve had Claire checking whether Eddie’s arrived every five minutes for the past hour, and still no sign of him. The only thing keeping you from crying is the fact that your eyelashes are coated in a layer of mascara so thick that if you cried, you’re almost certain you’d go blind.

Your gown is an off the shoulder white dress that hits you leg at the knee, simple in style but stunning in figure. Your hair is teased and sprayed within an inch of its life. You’ve got a handful of sunflowers mixed with baby’s breath as a bouquet. You’re ready to get married.

The only thing you apparently don’t have is a fucking groom.

Your dad knocks on the door to the room you’re waiting in just off the lobby of the church. He’s dressed in a white button down tucked into black slacks, the same thing he wears to church the three times a year he goes.

“You look beautiful, sweet pea. I only wish your mama could have seen you,” he says, eyes glassy. All the anger leaves you in a rush as he envelopes you in a hug. “Now, come on. Let’s go get you hitched.”

You slide your arm into the crook of his elbow. The wedding march filters through the old wood doors of the nave as your dad stands with you, waiting for the doors to open. It’s Steve who pulls the door open, his face giving away nothing as your dad guides you inside.

The small gathering of people are all standing in the pews, facing you, with huge smiles on their faces but your eyes immediately find a familiar pair of brown ones at the end of the aisle.

Eddie stands next to a surly Pastor Mitchell, lips spread wide in a huge grin. To your surprise, he’s wearing a suit - black on black shirt, vest, and haphazardly done tie topped with his leather jacket instead of the suit jacket. The rest of the guys from the band stand beside him in similar suits, while on your side Claire stands in her baby blue gown, holding a bouquet similar to yours.

Your dad kisses you on the cheek before placing your hand in Eddie’s. Those familiar calloused fingers wrap around your own and just like that, all of the stress of the morning fades away.

“Hey, sweetheart,” he whispers as you stand beside him and Pastor Mitchell begins his wedding sermon.

“You’re late,” you whisper back, though the words are full of far less heat than they would have been a few hours ago.

“Ran into a bit of trouble.”

“What kind of trouble?”

“Would you believe me if I said we stopped a robbery?”

You turn your head to him as you hiss out, “What?!”

Pastor Mitchell clears his throat, the annoyance clear on his face.

“Sorry,” you murmur, turning back to him. Eddie’s shoulders shake in silent laughter.

“The couple has chosen to say their own vow,” Pastor Mitchell says. “Edward?”

“Hey, baby,” Eddie starts, “Remember that time we drove out to watch the meteor shower? And how you watched the stars, but I could only watch you? You’re my favorite star in any galaxy. And I’ll love you until the sun burns out.”

Pastor Mitchell turns to you, and gestures for you to speak. “Eddie, you’re the wordsmith here, not me. But just know, you’re the sun in my galaxy. My best days begin and end with you, my love. I can’t wait for a lifetime of the best days.”

“I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss your bride,” Pastor Mitchell says, closing his sermon book. Eddie reaches out to curl a hand behind your neck, hauling you towards him in a kiss impeded by your bright smile.

“I’m glad you changed your mind,” he murmurs.

“Me, too, Munson. Me, too.”

Hand in hand, you run laughing down the aisle of the church to the cheers of your friends and family.

And the silent prayers of Pastor Mitchell.

___

That night, The Hideout hosts its first ever wedding reception.

Mrs. Wheeler volunteered to take charge of managing the potluck style dinner and the cake. Your bartenders happily volunteered to serve drinks through the night. And the boys of Corroded Coffin provided the entertainment.

You haven’t stopped smiling, and every time your eyes meet Eddie’s, your heart flutters wildly in your chest.

Eddie Munson. Your husband.

Man, what a world.

The man in question slides an arm around your waist, leaning in to kiss your neck. “Dance with me?”

“Eddie Munson, since when do you dance?”

“Since I got the prettiest girl in the room to give me a chance,” he says. He drags you in front of the stage, and the boys start in on a song you haven’t heard before.

It’s slow, the guitar drawn out and the deep bass more pronounced. You slip your arms around Eddie’s neck and sway with him, your bodies pressed tightly together. Gareth is on vocals while Eddie enjoys your first dance.

“It’s called Nothing Else Matters. Metallica’s new song,” Eddie tells you, turning you in a circle. “Thought it fit us pretty well.”

Never cared for what they say

Never cared for games they play

Never cared for what they do

Never cared for what they know

And I know, yeah, yeah

So close, no matter how far

Couldn't be much more from the heart

Forever trusting who we are

No, nothing else matters

“It’s perfect, Eds,” you whisper.

———

Later, after the party has wound down and your friends shoo you and Eddie out of the bar and into the car decorated with a “Just Married” banner, Eddie pulls up to your shared home and rushes around the hood to pull your door open.

You barely get your seatbelt undone before he’s lifting you from the car, making you giggle. When he reaches the door, he sets you down for a brief second to tug his keys out and open the door before scooping you up into his arms again.

“When we cross this threshold, we’ll officially be husband and wife. You ready?” He asks.

“According to the state of Indiana, we’ve been husband and wife for the last twelve hours,” you reply.

Eddie steps into the dark house, kicking the door shut behind him. He makes a beeline for your bedroom, tossing you on the bed and immediately crawling up over your body.

“Have I told you yet how stunning you are?” He asks. “This dress looks amazing on you, but I bet it would look better on the floor,” he says with a wink.

“Oh yeah?” You ask, tone gone sultry. You wrap your fist in the black tie around his neck, pulling him closer to you. “I can think of some places where this tie would look better, too.”

“Later. First, I’m gonna eat my wife’s pretty pussy,” he says, sliding down until he’s situated on his stomach between your spread legs. His rough hands shove your dress up over your hips, exposing the black lace panties and matching garter holding up your stockings. Eddie looks like a kid on Christmas. “Jesus Christ, this is all for me?”

“‘Til the sun burns out, baby,” you tell him. He grins at you, palms sliding up the backs of your thighs as he presses your legs up, exposing more of you to his hungry gaze.

He plants light kisses up the inside of both thighs before his lips gently trace your folds through the silk and lace. The dulled sensation of his mouth on you is maddening, not nearly enough for how tightly wound your body and soul are for this man.

“Eddie, please,” you beg, voice breathy.

“Oh, is my little slut already desperate?” He taunts. His thumb rubs circles over your sensitive clit, still keeping your lingerie as a barrier. “These cute little panties are already soaked, huh?”

You nod, arching your back and trying to shift your hips to chase the friction. He pulls back, making you groan in disappointment.

Eddie’s fingers trace the edges of the lace before finally pulling them aside. He uses his opposite hand to trace a single finger through your wetness before he draws back, landing a light smack to your center that has you fighting against his hold.

“Hold still, or I’m going to make this take way longer than either of us wants,” he warns before his tongue is on your, licking you from your dripping hole to your needy clit.

You cry out in relief, blabbering a litany of thank you and oh my god and please as he tortures you in the best way possible. You do your best to follow his instruction to stay still, but on a hard suck to your sensitive nub your hips chase his mouth and your fingers bury themselves into his curly hair.

He must be in a forgiving mood, because he simply groans against you and increases his pace, winding you tighter and tighter until you come against his lips with a shout of his name like a prayer.

Eddie works you down from your high, until your legs are deadweight over his shoulders. He sits up, grabbing your waist and flipping you to your belly. His fingers find the zipper of your dress and pull it down, shimmying the fabric off your body, and the only help you’re able to provide is in the form of lifting your hips so he can pull it fully off and toss it to the ground.

“Huh, I was right. It does look better on my floor,” he jokes before grabbing a handful of your ass in a rough grip. He smacks one cheek, then the other, making you cry out and rub yourself against the sheets, even as sensitive as you are.

The warmth of his body leaves yours as he stands, and you turn your head to watch him undress. Your mouth goes dry watching him unbutton his shirt, the tattoos you love to trace with your tongue coming into view. You follow the trail of hair beneath his belly button to the bulge in his slacks, watching as his deft fingers undo the fly and shove all the offending fabric out of the way of your appreciative gaze.

He holds the tie in his hand, a familiar mischievous twinkle in his eye as he gets back on the bed. “What do we think we should use this for? A gag? No, I wanna hear all those pretty sounds you make for me. I think maybe we should tie you up, huh?”

You let out a pitiful whine, but nod your consent. Eddie helps you lift your arms above your head, your body now laying in one long line as he winds the silk around your wrists. He gives the bind an experimental tug, seeming pleased with his work.

“Lift those hips, princess. On your knees,” he says. You work your knees beneath you, raising your hips with a deep arch of your back, your chest pressed to the bed.

He runs a hand from your neck to the base of your spine, toying with the band of your underwear. “I think I’ll leave these on,” he tells you, before once again shifting the fabric to the side.

Your breath catches when you feel the blunt head of his cock at your dripping hole. He presses forward slowly, agonizingly, stretching deliciously until his hips sit flush to yours. He groans, hands trailing over all the skin he can reach as he lets you adjust until you give him that tell-tale shift of your hips, asking for more.

And more does he give.

He pulls out until you’re nearly empty before driving back inside, a harsh slap of his hips against yours. The angle brushes the head of him against that maddening spot inside of you, making you cry out and moan with each drag of his cock in and out of your heat.

Eddie winds a hand through your hair, using it along with a hand around your throat to bow your body off the bed, back arched against him as he pounds into you.

“My perfect little wife. So fucking gorgeous for me on her knees, crying out my name,” he growls into your ear. “Want you to come on my cock, sweetheart, want you dripping down my thighs as I fill you up.”

You nod against his hold, your hips moving frantically in time with his thrusts as you chase the second wave of relief he’s gifting you.

It shatters across your nerves a moment later, and Eddie groans, a flood of colorful curses leaving his lips as he chases his own release. He stills, and you moan at the feeling of him pulsing against your walls as he cums.

He gently guided the upper half of your body back to the bed before slipping out of you. He spreads you open with a hand on each cheek, watching with possessive attention as his cum leaks out of you.

Satisfied that you’re well fucked and marked up as his, he flops on the bed beside you, lust drunk hands struggling to undo the bind on your wrists. When you’re finally free, he hauls your body against his, the sweat cooling on your skin as he holds you.

“So, you ever gonna tell me why you were late?” You ask after a moment of catching your breath.

“I wasn’t joking about the robbery. We were pulling forward through a stop sign when some guy that stole a woman’s purse literally smashed into the van. On foot. Knocked him out cold. We had to wait for the police to take their report before we could keep driving.”

“Holy shit.”

“I know. Drove like a bat out of hell the rest of the way to make it on time.” His fingers trail along your arm. “Wouldn’t have missed this for anything.”

“I guess I can forgive you, then,” you tease.

He grins at you, looking just like the teenage boy you’d fallen for all those years ago, and for all the stress this morning caused you, you know you wouldn’t trade this moment for anything in the world.

[wristful]

“ you’re still coming over for dinner tonight, right? “ / stevie and ellie

BEFORE.

the original plan is to get andrew, head to the skatepark and see what this fine saturday morning has in store for two sixteen year old boys; technically, he's still grounded for getting caught skipping biology, but mom had a last minute emergency at the base and dad is away on a trip so. who's to know if stevie takes a little sideways tour? and this would all go to plan except for the follow: andrew isn't home and ellie is and lately, things between them have been... interesting. different.

it had started about three months ago at movie night at his house. andrew had fallen asleep and they'd just been making fun of some totally stupid b-list horror movie, messing around, and then out of nowhere. they'd kissed. suddenly. quickly. a peck really, completely chaste. but it hadn't stayed that way: two weeks later, they'd ended up kissing in the garage while looking for soda while their respective families had dinner inside. and then again at school, under the bleachers.

it's new and exciting and when stevie shows up to an empty house and ellie invites him in -- well. well.

and the kissing is incredible, it's mind blowing, it's enough to completely turn his brain smooth with zero thought to when anyone might be due home or if he should be getting home (he's sixteen, for god's sake, he's only human). but then the stairs creek and. oh.

oh fuck.

ellie practically launches herself halfway across her room and stevie scrambles over himself to grab his tshirt from the floor and his shoes from under the bed and beelines to the window -- falling out of it and landing with all the grace of a bowling ball. from the window, ellie leans out (flushed red and so unbelievably pretty) and says you're still coming over for dinner tonight, right?

PRESENT.

you're still coming over for dinner tonight, right? she says it without really looking at him; she's looking at a spot over his shoulder and doesn't really seem to be expecting an answer, mouth downturned, frown in place. he's late. very late. too late to see the show or comment on the great job the gallery did or ask about any of the paintings or even see any of them. they're stood on the street with her back to the darkened gallery where the cleaners are starting to put the place back to rights. he can see people milling around and shifting things, taking some of the artwork down for packaging. it must have gone well.

his flowers are battered from the wind and rain - he'd run halfway across midtown to the last flower shop that was open in the area. the suit he's wearing doesn't fit. he reeks of cigarette smoke and beer.

he's really late. "-- i'm so sorry i missed it."

AFTER.

there are a few stragglers from the game who are thinning out and he can hear a few familiar voices; he's been cornered by one of the teachers who want to know about using the community centre for a fundraiser - for the kids who can't go to the camp, pastor steve, you know it's such an important cause and we really could use your support - and almost misses ridley on his way out. stevie ducks the conversation with a sure, thing and darts out to the floor.

willow is talking excitedly on the way out the door with andrew and izzy, dolling out offered high fives, and will is meandering in the background nearby.

stevie misses the conversation except the tail end of you're still coming over for dinner tonight, right? and though ridley nods, he wonders if there won't be a last minute emergency. stevie shakes his hand anyway and gives his brother a quick hug and when their backs are turned, far enough away, stevie kisses her. "don't worry, i can put laxatives in his sauce."

[thatfanficstuff]

Impossible - 18

Pairing: Eric Northman x reader

Warnings: mentions of unwanted touching and assholes thinking of rape (no sexual assault takes place beyond groping)

A/N: This is longish. I'm lazy and didn't edit. If anything is glaring let me know.

***

It was decided that you and Sookie would present as friends looking for a new church. You intended to play quiet and if necessary you would pretend you were the puppet Stan thought you to be until you escaped from your horrible vampire boyfriend. You thought he loved you. Sob. So on and so forth.

Part of you wanted to go with Stan’s idea. Hell, if there was a way to be rid of the Fellowship without it pointing back to the vampires, you’d jump for it in a heartbeat. They were the epitome of everything wrong with so-called religions. Standing behind their gods to justify their hate and prejudices.

You sighed as you pulled into the parking lot. A perky blonde signaled for you to park and you frowned.

“Why does she look familiar?” Sookie asked.

“That’s Sarah Newlin, the reverend’s wife. I’m not happy that it appears we were expected, Sookie. I doubt she greets everyone that pulls in the parking lot.” You clenched your teeth together. Your gut was telling you to just pull right back out of the parking lot, but this was still your best bet to find Godric. “Just be on guard.”

Sookie nodded her head then slipped out of the car with a grin on her face, ready to greet the Mrs. You followed along behind her playing timid.

“Hi,” Sarah exclaimed. “I’m Sarah Newlin. I saw y’all pulling in and thought I’d come out and greet you myself.”

Sookie walked right up to her and shook her hand. “I can’t believe I’m actually getting to meet you. My name is Heidi Merlotte. This is my friend Sylvia North. We’ve recently moved to the area and are looking for a church.”

Sarah shifted that smile to you and held out her hand. You took it gingerly and kept your other arm wrapped around your waist. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Sylvia.”

You just nodded in acknowledgement.

“Well, you’re a quiet thing aren’t you?”

Sookie wrapped her arm around you and leaned forward as if sharing a great secret. “We moved to get Sylvia out of a situation, so to speak. She’s still recovering.”

You could almost believe the look of sympathy Sarah directed your way. She turned and motioned for you to follow her. “Well, follow me and we’ll see if Steve’s available. I’m sure he’d just love to meet you.”

“The reverend himself?” Sookie enthused. “That would be amazing.”

The two of you followed Sarah to an office where Steve Newlin sat behind a large desk. “Honey, we’ve got a couple of friends here looking for a church. Heidi Merlotte and Sylvia North.” You shuffled in and took the offered hand, nodding at his greeting before looking around the office. Sarah bent over to whisper something in her husband’s ear that you weren’t meant to hear. “They insinuated they moved to escape some sort of trauma.”

Steve made a sound of agreement before gracing you with that megawatt smile he was so famous for. You settled into your chair, content to let Sookie do all the talking. She always chattered when she was nervous anyway.

“Sylvia and I met in church actually, but we left when we discovered that the pastor was…well he was…” Sookie trailed off dramatically and you managed to resist the urge to roll your eyes.

“Homosexual?” Steve suggested.

Ugh, just when you thought you couldn’t hate this guy more than you already did. What an ass. “A sympathizer. He was a sympathizer,” you said before he could say something else that made you want to punch him in the face.

“Now see, that really makes me mad. How can you claim to love God if you love something God hates?” Too late. You wanted to punch him.

“Well, given Sylvia’s history, we know just how horrible vampires are,” Sookie added after a pause and you wondered what she’d heard in the asshole’s head. “No one will ever convince us that they have any sort of control. They are just evil.”

The Newlins’ attention turned to you with her words. You’d curse her, but this was the plan. You unbuttoned the top button on your shirt and pulled it open to show Eric’s marks. Normally you just wore one, but he’d given you a couple of extra the night before to add to your story. Once they’d seen, you buttoned your shirt back up as if you were ashamed.

You cleared your throat. “He was my boss. He was nice enough at first but then he started catching me in the backroom and feeding. He glamoured me into thinking I enjoyed it. That he loved me. I didn’t know until he came to my house one night and Heidi caught him doing it. She told me everything and helped me escape.” You reached over and grabbed Sookie’s hand. “She saved my life. I truly believe that.”

When you finished with your fantasy, you bent your head forward and wiped away a non-existent tear.

“I am sorry that such a horrible thing happened to you. But that’s what we’re here for is to help people like you. None of this was your fault,” Sarah’s voice comes.

“Thank you. I appreciate that.” You kept your head down so you didn’t have to meet their gazes again. Frankly, you were tired of looking at them.

Steve clapped his hands together. “Well, let’s take a little tour, shall we?”

A tremor of unease crawled down your spine. You were pretty sure the Rev. Newlin’s job description didn’t include giving tours to the peons. You looked up at them, attempting to appear upset instead of untrusting. Sookie and you followed the couple out of the office to what you assumed was the door of the sanctuary.

Steve stopped before opening them and turned to face you. “Now, be careful when I open the doors.”

You arched a brow. “Careful?”

He grinned. “Sometimes when we open these doors, so much love comes flowing out it just knocks you right over.”

You were pretty sure that was the flood of bullshit actually.

“We’ll be sure and brace ourselves,” Sookie responds with a chipper smile.

When they opened the doors, you were actually impressed with the sight that greeted you. The large wall of windows at the back of the church allowed sunlight to flood the sanctuary. It was quite a stunning display. “It’s beautiful.”

“Isn’t it? I just love this room. It just seems to glow in the afternoon light,” Sarah said, obviously meaning every word.

“It’s just so inspiring,” Steve added.

Sookie fidgeted beside you and you knew whatever the reverend was thinking, it wasn’t pleasant. You reached over and hooked your arm with hers.

He looked between the two of you. “Say have you two ever been to a lock-in?”

“A l-lock-in?” Sookie stuttered out.

You gave your brightest, fakest smile and channeled your inner Sookie. “Not since I was a kid. Gosh, those were good times.”

“Well, we’d love to have you join us,” Steve offered.

Whatever he was up to, Sarah didn’t like it if her body language was anything to go by.

Sookie tugged at your arm. “We should go home and get our stuff so we can do the lock-down.”

You looked down to cover your smirk. They were definitely behind Godric’s disappearance then. You understood Sookie wanting to get out of here, if she’d confirmed that, but in all honesty you were the best option for getting Godric out of here without causing a scene.

“You have plenty of time. The lock-inisn’t until tomorrow. Besides, we haven’t finished the tour yet,” Steve said.

“You wanted to see me?” a voice interrupted and Sarah only looked more concerned. A large bald man came to stand by the Newlins. He was obviously their muscle.

“Oh good. Heidi, Sylvia, I’d like you to meet Gabe, one of my aides,” Steve introduced.

Gabe shook your hands while running his gaze over both of you. He licked his lips and you wanted to kick him in the nuts. Maybe later. It would give you something to look forward to.

“Gabe will be joining us for the rest of the tour,” Steve said, patting the other man on the back.

The tour continued far longer than necessary. “I’m sorry but we need to be going. I don’t like to be out after dark,” you said.

“Oh there’s just one more thing I want to show you. It’s a very special part of the tour. Most people don’t get to see it. My father’s tomb.” He sounded entirely too happy about that.

“Steve, are you sure?” Sarah asked.

“Absolutely.”

“I just don’t see why we need to go down there.”

“Not to be rude but I really don’t want to see someone’s grave,” you said.

Steve looked at you. “You have to see it. You can really feel his spirit down there. It’s the cornerstone our church is built on.” He opened a door that led down a steep set of stairs. Creepy basement. Check. And probably no windows. Perfect place to keep a vampire.

Sookie grasped your arm. “Sylvia?”

“What’s the matter?” Steve asked.

“She’s a little claustrophobic,” you lied.

“Well, at least take a little looksee so you can say you saw everything and you can make an informed decision,” the reverend argued.

“But we’ve already decided to go here so I don’t think it’s necessary,” Sookie said, her voice shaking. “We should go, Sylvia.”

“No,” Steve said. “Gabe!” Steve dived for Sookie and Gabe came after you. He grabbed you from behind, crossing his arms over the front of you, copping a cheap feel as he did so. Fucker. Irritation and Anger flooded through you and you knew Eric would pick up on it. He wouldn’t give you long before he came in after the two of you.

It wouldn’t take much for you to get free and to free Sookie as well, but you wouldn’t get a better opportunity to explore the basement. You feigned fighting and let the asshole carry you down the stairs with a firm grip on your breast.

You heard Sookie fighting behind you. “A little help, Gabe. I think the fucking banger’s on V,” Steve yelled.

“Quit fighting, Heidi. You’ll only get hurt,” you called and heard the commotion die down. At least she trusted you enough to do what you said.

They carried the two of you into a storage cage and locked you in after taking Sookie’s purse and searching both of you. As soon as they were out of sight and you heard the door shut upstairs, Sookie turned to you. “I sure as hell hope you have a plan because that Gabe guy is a total asshole.”

You hummed in agreement and pulled your lockpicking tools from your hair. They looked like barrettes and bobby pins to the untrained eye. “My plan is to find Godric before Eric gets here to rescue us.”

“You seem sure he’ll come,” she said, sounding surprised.

“I am. And if he doesn’t, I’ll get us out. Don’t worry about it.” You moved over to the gate to see the best way to go about getting the two of you out. The chain link configuration complicated things a bit but you’d figure it out.

“You’re always so sure about things. I wish I was like that.”

“A little bit of uncertainty makes life exciting,” you said with a grin before grabbing the gate and shaking it to see how sturdy it was. Keeping your grip you leaned against it. “Little god, little god, it’s time to go home,” you said in a singsong voice. Godric would hear you if he was anywhere in the basement.

“Little god?”

“Long story,” you assured her and shook the gate again. “Good news, the gate is designed to keep people out, not in. Also good news, I’m not completely human.”

“What’s the bad news?” she asked.

“This will be loud.” Unfortunately, the only top to the cage was the ceiling so there was nothing above you to grab onto. Instead, you grabbed onto the chain link beside the gate and used it to swing your body at an angle so your feet hit right where the lock was. You repeated the action two more times before dropping down so you could check the lock.

“Little god, I’m not leaving without you. I know you like me too much to let me die,” you said distracted as your focus was on the gate. You’d definitely done some damage but you decided to keep your feet on the ground and see what kind of damage side kicks could do.

After the second kick, you heard the door upstairs open. “What’s going on down there?” Gabe. Good.

“Nothing,” you called back even as you kicked again and the lock gave way. You grabbed the gate and pulled it shut as his feet thundered down the stairs.

He glared at the two of you before finally settling on you. You had no idea what Sookie looked like behind you but you were giving your best evil grin. “What are you up to, you little bitch?”

“That’s no way to talk to a lady,” you taunted, waiting for him to get closer.

“You’re not a lady,” he said. “You’re just some vampire’s whore.” He licked his lips and looked you over again as he pulled keys from his pocket. When he caught sight of the lock, he frowned and moved forward, “What the hell?”

Once he was within striking distance, you slammed the gate forward so it cracked him in the head and shoved him back. You didn’t give him time to recover before you attacked with punches and kicks. He got a couple of hits in as he tried to take you down. To regain the upper hand. But you weren’t about to let that happen. Finally, you got in position to put your arm around his neck. You kept the hold up until he dropped to his knees. When you would have continued until he quit breathing, a hand dropped on your shoulder.

“Enough.”

You looked to Godric. He wasn’t your sire. You had no loyalty to him, but he was a friend. You released Gabe and took a step back. Your gaze ran over the little god. Other than being paler than usual, he looked good. The corner of his mouth lifted in a smile. That was all the invitation you needed to wrap your arms around him.

He returned the hug. He moved his nose near your neck and inhaled. “You smell like my child.”

“Mates.”

He held you at arms length and looked at you in surprise. “He’ll come for you then. Not that he wouldn’t have anyway.”

“Oh, yeah. I figure we’re about out of time.” You gestured to the cage. “Godric, meet Sookie. Sookie, Godric.”

Sookie gave him a smile and a little wave. “Nice to meet you.”

His mouth set in a firm line and his gaze settled on you. “You brought a human with you to rescue me?”

“She’s a little something else, if that makes you feel any better.”

“Not particularly, no. Especially considering what this one would have done had you not been who you are,” he gestured at Gabe.

“Speaking of, you should let me kill him. He groped me.” Reminded of the earlier incident you moved over to the prone form and nudged him so he was laying on his back. Then you kicked him in the balls as hard as you could. “Asshole.”

Godric’s lips twitched. “Feel better?”

“Much.” Sounds of a fight came from upstairs. “Eric.”

“Yes. I am here, my child. Down here.”

In a flash Eric was there. He stopped in front of you first, holding your arms as he looked you over. “I’m fine.”

He nodded once before turning to his maker. “Godric,” he said almost reverently before kneeling in front of him.

The moment was interrupted by Sookie’s laughter. The three of you turned your attention to her. She had a hand over her mouth as she tried to quiet herself. She shook her head. “I’m sorry. It’s just Eric is all respectful and kneeling while you hugged him and called him little god. It’s just funny.”

Eric got to his feet and gave you a look. “Of course, you did.”

“What? Godric likes my hugs.”

[fictionfromafar]

The Rabbit Factor

By Antti Tuomainen

The Rabbit Factor

By Antti Tuomainen

Translated by David Hackston

Orenda Books

Publication Date: 28 October 2021

Antti Tuomainen’s career as a novelist has varied from dark noir to dystopian and then to black humour, yet the one thing that his previous works have all had in common is they have all been standalone stories.

The Rabbit Factor however is different as it is the first of a three book series. Tuomainen has chosen some interesting characters in the past from mushroom entrepreneurs, poets and village pastors, yet this time the lead character is a mathematical actuary, Henri Koskinen.

Written in first person narrative, we soon realise that everything decision Henri makes, is based on its mathematical probability. This applies to choices in his personal life as well as his profession. When asked why he chose a particular restaurant for a date he replies:

���Given the relative rating review, the distance from our respective bus stops, the prevailing weather, the day of the week, your predilection for spicy food, and the fact that the point of a date is to try to make an impression on the other person, this seemed like the optimal choice.”

That sequence is deep in the story and it would be wrong to assume that Henri is a regular socialite. In fact there is much in Henri’s life that is unexpectedly going to change. After an action lead introductory chapter, which does actually feature a kind of giant rabbit, we meet a dissatisfied Henri in his office job at an insurance company. While continually accurate in his role, he has found his productivity has been affected by an open plan office, distracting young colleagues and depressingly familiar contemporary workplace culture. As one opportunity closes another far less familiar one opens when he discovers he has inherited his brother’s adventure park.

Taking on the business, Henri encounters the strange collection of employees that his brother selected before the realisation that not only is YouMeFun in financial trouble, but his sibling owed extortionate loans to some very dangerous people.

Tuomainen excels when he pitches his key characters in unfamiliar and unorthodox situations where they have no choice but to evolve or to die. While there are perhaps not as many open laughs to this novel compared to The Man Who Died, there are some very funny episodes to this story in which Henri often has to dodge and scamper like a cat who has lost track of how many of his nine lives he has already lost. Huge credit is also due to David Hackston for his translation. Finnish is a complicated language at the best of times and to interpret its humour must indeed be a challenge. Yet the use of language is excellent and the words captivating. Along the way there is some really strong philosophising about human nature:

"Look at the choices we make. If we are healthy, we make ourselves ill by smoking cigarettes, drinking alcohol and overeating. If we want to bring about societal change, we vote for options that make our situation worse. When we should be thinking about what is rational, people start talking about how they feel. The most important thing is making sure that nothing rational accidentally happens.”

Henri gradually begins to realise the pitfalls involved in trying to allow logic to dictate his actions and gradually allows his heart to sometimes rule his head. Like his principal character, the author has also broken a habit of a lifetime by starting a series, however there is no sense that he is teeing up his next book - The Rabbit Factory has quite a contained storyline and you’ll be just as much in the dark about where the second installment might lead once you’ve finished the book as you will be before you start it.

Antti Tuomainen is very much one of a kind and if, like myself, you tend to read quite a lot of dark crime fiction novels, The Rabbit Factory will give you a welcome change of pace. perspective and a few fairly mad cap scenarios to get your head around. At times the plot may be as implausible as the concept of beach resort in Finland but yet you’ll soon find that you are rooting for Henri, Laura Helanto and some of their colleagues at the adventure park. That, plus the unpredictability of the plot make this very compulsive reading. Little wonder that it is soon to be a major motion picture starring Steve Carell.

Many thanks to Anne Cater and Orenda Books for inclusion on the Random Things Blog Tour and many thanks to Antti for signing my hardback copy of The Rabbit Factor when I met him recently at Bloody Scotland.

There is a month-long blog tour for The Rabbit Factor, please check out the reviews written by my fellow bloggers, as shown below:

[penny-archer]

Cottage keys

Crowley and Az decide to u-haul like a good lesbian couple after inching forward in their relationship post-apocalypse. Also, I haven’t been able to get the South Downs cottage thing out of my head since I heard it.

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Sunday, St. James’s Park, two weeks after the end of the world

“What do you want to do today, angel?”

Aziraphale looked up from his book at Crowley, who was lounging beside him on the grass, propped back on his elbows and staring absently at the pond in front of them. He thought for a moment. “We could go to the Tate Modern, we haven’t been there yet,” he volunteered.

The demon pulled an exaggerated face. “Angel, you’ve been dragging me around museums and galleries and ar-bor-et-ums for days. Let’s do something exciting. Let’s steal a double decker and go for a joyride. We’ll take it back, obviously,” he added with an eye roll after catching Aziraphale’s expression.

“I think museums are exciting,” Aziraphale huffed quietly. They had been together nearly all day and night for the last two weeks. While a majority of that time—especially the first few days after Armageddon—was spent shuttered in at one or the other’s flat, in recent days they had in fact spent a fair amount of time touring around the city’s culture and arts scene. And its five star restaurants. The angel admitted to himself that perhaps it was Crowley’s turn to choose their day’s itinerary. Within reason, of course. “Very well then,” he asked graciously, “what would you like to do this afternoon?”

Crowley seemed taken aback at the question. “Oh—well—besides the bit about the bus…eh…” he scrunched up his face and trailed off uncertainly.

Aziraphale permitted himself a small sigh. “Well, since you don’t actually have a suggestion, do you have any real objection to exploring the Tate Modern? I hear they have an excellent new Huguette Caland exhibition.”

“Oh, go on, just let me think for a moment, angel. I’ll come up with something.”

“Is this what you want our lives to be like from now on?” Aziraphale asked, exasperated. “Spending all morning bickering about what to do that afternoon—for the rest of eternity? Really, my dear, the thought of it.” He frowned, staring at the ducks swimming lazily across the pond. After a moment he glanced at Crowley, only to see the demon staring back at him with one eyebrow cocked, giving him a familiar look that was half-incredulous, half-smitten. “What?” Aziraphale demanded.

“The rest of eternity?” Crowley enunciated, grinning.

“Oh—well, yes—” Aziraphale stammered as he turned a faint shade of pink. “About that. It’s just, I’ve been thinking and—well, I had been meaning to—to raise the subject of, of—” his voice faltered and his gaze dropped to his hands clasped delicately in his lap. Crowley waited, watching him with the same maddening grin. “It’s just that—I’ve decided to take a step back from the bookstore.”

Crowley’s bemused expression was quickly replaced by one of genuine confusion. He opened his mouth, but before he could speak Aziraphale pressed on. “I’m not selling it! I’m just hiring a manager to oversee the day-to-day,” he explained. “I was thinking it might be nice…to have some more free time.” He looked up, carefully meeting Crowley’s gaze. “And since we are no longer beholden to our respective offices—or rather, now that I don’t feel bound by—well, I was thinking we could, I don’t know, go somewhere. Take a trip, perhaps.” He hesitated. “Or even—something more permanent. We could…” his voice trailed off again.

“Move somewhere?” Crowley suggested, after watching the angel flounder for another minute.

“Well yes, something like that.” Aziraphale beamed. He took Crowley’s hand in both of his. “We could get a house! Well, it wouldn’t have to be a house, necessarily—and only if you wanted to. I would completely understand if—”

“Angel, hush.” Crowley stretched his other arm across to place a finger on Aziraphale’s lips, then reached back to rummage in his pocket. He leaned back on his elbows again and casually tossed something into the angel’s lap.

Aziraphale released his hand and picked up the set of keys, staring at them with wonder. “What’s this, Crowley?” he asked, inspecting them closely.

“House keys, obviously. Well, not a house exactly. More of a cottage. Cottage keys.” Crowley answered with the best attempt at nonchalance he could muster.

“Wha—Where?” Aziraphale choked. His eyebrows furled. “What?”

Now it was Crowley’s turn to look uncomfortable. He tensed, staring straight ahead. “Er, ‘s nothing really. Just a little cottage in the South Downs. I was in the area a few years ago on some business, happened to pass by this little place and saw it was for sale. I thought, well, stone wall, lovely big garden, outdated furnishings, Aziraphale would love it.” He attempted a sardonic smile and snuck a quick glance at Aziraphale, who was still speechless and staring at the keys. Feeling his cool demeanor evaporating, Crowley rambled on. “And I had a little extra cash ‘cause of that whole business with the Olympic dressage team, so I figured, why not? Couldn’t hurt to have. Bit of an impulse buy, to be honest.” Aziraphale was still looking down at the keys clutched in his hands. His expression was difficult to read. A heavy silence stretched between them for a long moment.

Crowley felt his stomach dropping out of his body. He stared ahead as he felt his heart pounding in his ears. He considered spontaneously bursting into flame. “ ‘s too much, isn’t it? Too fast. Too pastoral. Yeah, I figured. Forget I said anything.” He was contemplating the quickest way to extricate himself from this conversation and drink himself into oblivion when Aziraphale finally spoke.

“My dear, did you say years?”

Crowley raised his eyes and saw that Aziraphale was looking back at him steadily. His expression was soft and intensely serious, and his eyes were watery. “Well, just a couple...” Crowley admitted nervously. Aziraphale held his gaze and Crowley found that, however much he wanted to, he couldn’t look away.

“I love you, too,” Aziraphale said simply. And he leaned in and kissed Crowley with an urgency that made the demon’s head swim. Then he lay down beside Crowley and rested his head on the demon’s shoulder. Reflexively, Crowley put his arms around him and settled back to lie flat on the grass. They lay together quietly for another minute. Crowley could feel his heart rate returning to normal as his breathing slowed until it was in sync with Aziraphale’s.

The angel finally broke the silence. “Well, I think a trip to the South Downs this weekend is in order. I want to see this lovely big garden for myself. And as for the furnishings, well, I’ll be the judge of whether they’re outdated. Although I’m sure I’ll want to change them anyways when we move in; there’s simply no accounting for taste with some of these old country houses.” He turned his head to see the smile spreading across Crowley’s face. Beaming in response, he couldn’t resist the urge to tease the demon just a little. “But really, my dear,” he admonished, “considering you’d bought us this cottage ages ago, when on earth were you planning to mention it to me?”

“When you asked, obviously,” Crowley responded with a smirk. He leapt abruptly to his feet then turned to lend Aziraphale a hand up. “Now then, angel,” he declared, “let’s go see about this Ms. Caland.”

[teamhook]

Just another CS MOVIE AU… Happy Valentine’s Day Ch 3/5.

Hello! Okay, so I bring you, musician!Killian AU inspired by Forever My Girl cause I see CS everywhere! Sorry, I’m stubborn and although I was told this should be a SF fic. Maybe I’m wrong but I couldn’t stop myself.

Maybe you guys can tell me if I was wrong…

I wanna thank @searchingwardrobes and @ilovemesomekillianjones for their Beta services. They each helped me so much.

So allow me to give you all Chapter 3 of my Valentine’s Day gift to all of you, my lovely shipmates.

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Sunday morning Killian got ready to go with his brother for the service. He was nervous since it was obvious the little town was not happy with him.

In front of the parishioners, Liam thought the best way to help his brother was to get the town to lighten up a bit.

"Good morning, everyone. Well, we got lucky, but it's been a rough week. In these dark times we should show mercy and forgiveness. Scripture says, "Bear with each other and forgive each other as the Lord has forgiven you." To forgive, sounds so easy, doesn't it? Yet it remains so profoundly difficult to achieve. Inside this church, we've always practiced forgiveness, haven't we? With that in mind, let's try today, to forgive those that have hurt us, and to move forward. If we can truly forgive, then we can truly be set free. Let us pray.”

The church was at full capacity, Killian had opted to stand by the door again. He saw Emma, Alice Hope, and David. Marian was next to a small boy with wavy dark hair. Sadly, still no Robin. There were so many people, a lot of them he didn’t recognize.

Once the service was over, Liam walked towards Killian.

“Brother, I'm glad you're here, stick around.”

“Pastor Jones.” The older woman smiled fondly at Liam.

“Hello. Killian, remember Ms. Lucas?”

Killian subconsciously soothed the spot the older woman had hit the other day. “Ms. Lucas, always a pleasure.”

“Killian.” She walked away smiling.

Marian and a very adorable boy with dimples approached Killian to say hello and shake his hand. Soon some familiar faces, among them Ashley and Anna approached him to say hi and shake his hand. Some faces not too familiar but welcoming. Everyone made their way to greet Killian, they all acted like he’d never left.

Alice Hope had sneaked a peek or two towards Killian’s direction throughout her uncle’s sermon. She was nervous, she was going to meet her father. Okay, she had met him before but that was before knowing who he was.

Liam and Killian were animatedly talking to some of the parishioners when Emma and Alice Hope approached.

“Hi, Liam, Killian.” Emma smiled nervously.

“Hello, lass.” Both of the Jones Brothers replied simultaneously.

Alice Hope tugged her mother’s hand. “Hi Uncle Liam. Hello Killian, or do I call you dad?”

“Hello, little one.” Liam smiled fondly at her. “I’m going to give you guys some privacy to talk.”

“Oh, there is no need for that Liam. Killian, Alice Hope and I were wondering if you would like to join us for family dinner tonight?” Emma rushed out the invitation.

“I would love too, but only if you’re both sure?” Killian questioned.

Alice Hope smiled at him and nodded her approval. Emma looked at her and met her smile with a smile of her own, “The kid said she wanted to get to know you, so she will.”

“I accept your invitation with pleasure.” He smiled at them both. “Lass, will your lovely brother be there tonight?”

Emma snickered. “No, I told him it was a dinner for you and Alice Hope to get to know each other.”

“I’m sure he loved that. He has always acted more like a father than a brother,” Killian reminded her.

“But to answer your question, Dave will not be there.”

Killian stroked his beard, and smiled, “I accept, should I bring anything?”

“No, just show up this time.” Emma couldn’t help make the comment as Alice Hope squeezed her mother’s hand.

Killian scratched behind his ear as he smiled at his little girl and answered, “I will be there.”

“Good, we’ll see you at 7:00 P.M.,” Emma confirmed with her ex.

“Aye.” Killian’s gaze landed on Emma.

Emma broke off the brief moment, swinging her daughter’s hand as they walked away, leaving Killian behind to wait for his brother’s return.

Killian was more nervous than when he would perform in front of thousands of people. After Emma and Alice Hope had left him, he excused himself with his brother and decided to take a drive to the store. He did not wish to attend empty handed to dinner.

He didn’t know Alice Hope well enough, but he figured one cannot go wrong with a stuffed animal His gift for Emma was intimate, he really hoped she wouldn’t throw it at his head. Killian now stood in front of Emma’s home with a giant duckling and a swan necklace he could not resist buying. He had purchased a pair of jeans for himself and a few v-neck shirts. He was beyond nervous, his hair a mess because of all the times he’d ran his fingers through it. He wore dark jeans and chose an old flannel shirt he found in his childhood room, instead of one of his recent purchases. It was time to finally get to know his daughter. He knocked loudly on the door. The house looked well taken care of. While he waited for someone to answer the door, he reminisced about their first date. He remembered feeling so nervous, ironically a feeling he shared this time also.

The door opened to reveal mother and daughter standing together united. Alice Hope smiled at him while holding on to her mother’s hand. “Come in Killian,” Emma encouraged her ex to enter her home. “I hope you don’t mind, but I picked up some lasagne from Granny’s.”

Killian smiled, “Are you sure that’s safe for me to eat? She’s not my biggest fan.”

Emma laughed, “She might not like you, but she loves me and Alice Hope.” She shrugged.

Killian looked around the house as he walked in. The place looked the same from when they were young, but it had a warm feeling that he had always associated with Emma, it felt like home.

He stood still as if briefly transported back in time. In his mind, he could see a young blonde lass running around in the living room followed by a young dark-haired lad laughing as he finally caught up and was tickling her. Her giggles echoing in his memory.

Emma cleared her throat to gain his attention. “Hey this way. You act like you’ve never been here before.” She tilted her head and playfully raised her eyebrows towards the dinner table where Alice Hope was finishing setting up the table.

Killian approached the table slowly. His mind playing cruel jokes. The image of a loving family enjoying dinner at the table together. If only he would have followed the original plan all those years ago this would have been real. He stood in front of one of the chairs and looked at the meal, he had enjoyed gourmet meals on tours, but a lasagne with a simple tossed salad had never looked as appealing as it did now.

Emma cleared her throat, “Hey are you ready?”

Killian looked at her and simply smiled, “Yes, so where do you want me?”

Emma blushed lightly at the question. Killian was still waiting for an answer. Alice Hope looked at her parents interaction and simply rolled her eyes.

“You can sit there,” Emma pointed at the chair he was in front of. “Normally, David sits there, but he is not coming.”

Killian nodded as he rushed to move the chair for her to sit on and smiled to Alice Hope. His daughter caught his meaning as she paused while Killian made his way to her and gently moved her chair. Finally, he made his way to his assigned seat and sat down. He put down the stuffed animal in the far corner.

“Are you sure David won’t mind if I sit in his chair?” he asked while nervously reaching for his ear.

Emma leaned over giggling, “It will be our little secret,” and winked at him.

Killian smiled at her and focused on Alice Hope. This was about her, not flirting with her mother. “Alice Hope, I got you this,” he handed her the duckling, “I know it’s not much, but I hope you like it.”

She smiled, “I’m too old for stuffed animals, and it’s kind of big, but it’s nice. Thank you.” she sits it in the chair next to her.

“I’m sorry, I just wanted to get you something and since we just met, I--” His ears were red. “How about we get to know each other, that way I won’t buy you anymore stuffed animals.” He winked at her. “Little love, tell me what’s your favorite color?”

Alice Hope scrunches her nose, “My favorite color is--” she looks at her mother who smiles fondly at her, “green, like mom’s eyes.”

Killian tilts his head as he admires Emma from his seat, “Your mum does have lovely eyes.”

The small talk continued with questions ranging from favorite food to favorite school subject.

There was never an awkward moment between the adults and the young girl. The night was quickly approaching.

“Alice Hope, I think it’s time for bed now. Say goodnight to Killian, your dad, and get ready for bed. Don’t forget to brush your teeth. I’ll be up in a second to tuck your in, okay.” Emma gave her daughter a smile as she got up to clear the table.

“Okay, mom, is it okay if my dad, tucks me in?” Alice Hope asked with her big puppy blue eyes.

Emma stared at her for a few seconds, “If it’s okay with Kilian, I have no problem.” She smiled as she headed to the kitchen with the dirty dishes.

Killian was just rising from his seat but freezes at his daughter's request. He realized he had stayed quiet for too long without responding, unable to put together coherent words he simply stammered, “I would love to, little love. I will be up there in a second.”

Alice Hope smiled and turned to run up the stairs. Killian watched her go and once she was out of sight, he followed Emma to the kitchen. She was washing dishes with her back to him.

“Love, are you okay with me tucking her in?” Killian asked as he entered.

“This dinner was for you two to bond, and it’s what she wants.” Emma finally turned to him, “She’s in my old room. Go and make sure she washed her teeth. She is a sneaky one, just like her father.”

Killian snorted, “If memory serves, I’m not the only one she inherited her sneakiness from.” He wiggled his eyebrows as he made his exit, and Emma giggled at his antics.

Killian found Alice Hope in her bed, waiting for him. She studied him with her blue eye, his mother’s eyes. He walked in and looked around the room. His daughter is too much like her mother: a tomboy. That was why they connected at such an early age. She loved playing outdoors, running around, kicking a soccer ball, and arguing about the proper name for it. Soccer or football?

“Little love, did you want me to read you a story?” he asks, scratching behind his ear. He knew his nerves were showing because he could feel the excess moisture on his forehead.

“I’m good, but maybe you can sing for me? Mom listens to your music, but I think it will be nice.”

He smiled fondly, “How about I sing to you one of my mum’s favorite lullabies? I know you’re too old, but I would love for you to know something of your namesake.”

She smiled, “Okay, I’d love to hear it. Uncle Liam gets so sad when I ask about her.”

“Lay down and close your eyes, little love.” She did as he asked and his soft voice started:

“My love said to me

My Mother won't mind

And my Father won't slight you

For your lack of kind

Then she stepped away from me

And this she did say

It will not be long love

'Til our wedding day.

She stepped away from me

And she moved through the Fair

And fondly I watched her

Move here and move there

And she went her way homeward

With one star awake

As the swans in the evening

Move over the lake

The people were saying

No two e'er were wed

But one has a sorrow

That never was said

And she smiled as she passed me

With her goods and her gear

And that was the last

That I saw of my dear.

I dreamed it last night

That my true love came in

So softly she entered

Her feet made no din

She came close beside me

And this she did say

It will not be long love

Till our wedding day.”

As he finished singing, he got up from the bed and was about to slip out.

“Dad, do you want to pick me up from school tomorrow? We can talk more,” her soft sleepy voice asked.

“I’d be honored to.” He smiled as he closed the door so she would finally fall asleep.

While Killian was upstairs with Alice Hope, Emma went to her porch and sat down on the top step. A familiar old brown truck parked in front of the house.

“Shit,” Emma mutters.

David strode toward her quickly. “Please, tell me Killian is not inside. Emma, you cannot let him in your life again.”

“David, I love you, you know that, but this is not about me. This is about my kid. She wants to get to know him. I know you don’t approve, but I don’t want her to grow up without knowing her father.” Emma sighed and stood up to block her brother’s way.

“He is going to do it again, he is going to leave, and this time it will be so much worse because he will not only leave you broken hearted but Hopey too. I hope it’s worth it.” He turned around and left her standing there with her mouth open. Once in his truck, he peeled out and soon the brake lights faded into the night.

As her brother’s truck disappeared Killian came outside to join her. “Was that Dave?”

“Yeah.” She kept her eyes on the road her brother just disappeared into.

“Is everything okay?” His concern is evident in his voice.

“He wasn’t happy you were here, but he will learn to deal with it.” Emma shrugged. “Is she down for the night?”

“I believe so, she asked for me to pick her up from school. I’m hoping that’s okay with you?” With nervous energy he waited for her response.

“I said that it was up to her, and she wants to spend time with you. Yeah, that’s okay, no problem.” Emma confirmed. “Are you leaving?”

“I just figured it would be best if I didn’t overstay my welcome. Before I go, Emma, I have something for you.” He was digging through his shirt’s pocket, and then a jewelry box came into view. Emma gasped. “Relax I’m not proposing,” Killian quickly assured her. His eyes went wide when he realized his mistake. “Bloody hell,” he muttered. “I’m sorry, that was insensitive of me, I saw this and I thought of you, I hope I’m not overstepping.” Killian handed her the box. “I hope you like it.”

Emma studied his face and accepted the box. She opened it and was greeted with a swan necklace. It was a simple silver swan. “Thanks, but you shouldn’t have troubled yourself. I’m sorry I cannot accept it. The duckling for Alice Hope was enough, although highly unnecessary. She needs to get to know you, not gifts.”  

“Emma, I swear I’m in it for the long haul. I will not let you down.” Killian assured her, his eyes full of promise. He accepted the necklace back with a sad smile. “Or Alice Hope.” He played with the little black box. “I should go, but I will be on time to pick the little one up.”

“Alright, that sounds good. Can you drop her off at the shop for me? Actually take her home with you. That way she gets to spend more time with you and with Liam.” Emma smiled, encouraging him with a slight eyebrow raise.

“That sounds lovely. Until tomorrow, love.” He bowed slightly and started towards his car.

The next day Killian woke up with a calmness in him. He got ready while softly humming his mother’s lullaby. He found his brother sitting at the kitchen table, a hearty breakfast of scrambled eggs, bacon, toast, and some fresh coffee waiting. “Morning, Liam,” Killian greeted as he served up a plate of food.

“Good morning, little brother,” Liam smiled as he met Killian’s gaze.

“It’s younger brother,” Killian corrected, taking a bite of his toast.

“I take it things went well?”

Killian smiled his response. “I’m picking up Alice from school. Emma suggested I bring her here to spend some time with us. Is that okay, or should I take her to the park?”

Liam rolled his eyes, “This is her home as well as yours. She is family and always welcomed. There is no need to ask for permission. Besides Ali and I haven’t had our weekly visit.”

“You guys are really close aren’t you?” There was a tinge of jealousy in Killian’s tone.

“Killian, you will get there. I think you are doing an amazing job. You just found out you had a daughter, and instead of running away you’ve embraced the idea. You want to spend time with her. I think you are close to falling in love with her.” Liam smiled as he put his plate in the sink. “Oh, and by the way little brother, it’s your turn to wash the dishes, I made breakfast.”

“Liam before you go, I have a few questions I’ve been curious about. Where’s Elsa and is Emma dating Graham?” Killian asked nonchalantly as he finished his food.

Liam sighed, “Elsa is visiting her aunt Ingrid.”

Killian got up and made his way to the sink. “Ingrid, her aunt that lives in Bangor?”

Liam snorted, “Yes, that’s her,” he wags his eyebrows. “She got married a few years ago.”

Killian smiled, “I cannot believe she got someone to marry her. Wasn’t she a bit of an ice queen?”

“Killian, she wasn’t so bad,” Liam scolded his brother.

Killian laughed, “To me she was, she only had a soft spot for you, brother. She thought you hung the moon. I was not good enough for Emma. She has always loved her as her own. Once you finally admit your feelings for Elsa, she will be thrilled.”

“Very funny brother, I don’t have feelings for Elsa,” Liam crossed his arms stubbornly, “and there is nothing more to discuss about her.”

“If you say so brother, what of Graham? Now that I think about it, I haven’t seen Ruby either.” Killian’s brow raised as he waited for his brother’s answer.

“Ruby is around, she’s in charge of the diner now, so she’s busy. Once a week the girls have their night out, but since Elsa is out of town and Marian is taking care of Robin that will have to wait.” Liam paused for a second, “As for Graham, how is that any of your business whether or not Emma finally gave him a chance?”

“Liam, I know it’s not my business but-- never mind forget it.” Killian scrubbed the dirty dishes with his back turned to his brother.

“If you truly want to know, I suggest you ask Emma. I’ll see you later.”

Hours later Killian waited on the hood of his car  outside Alice Hope’s school. He laughed a little as it was once his school too. Some things never change, he thought as he noticed fliers for the annual talent show.

The bell rang and soon all the children were running out of the school. His breath hitched when he saw the top of her head approaching him. It was not lost on him that every child and adult were staring at him, but he just ignored them. He couldn’t stop his smile as he gazed at his little girl. Her big smile was contagious.

“Hello, little love. How was school?” Killian asked as he guided her to his car.

She stopped and looked at him, “I don’t think mom will approve.” Alice Hope said matter of factly, pointing to the car.

“Why not?” he asked as he inspected the vehicle.

“Well, mom has a list of safe cars,” she air quoted, “she is looking to buy a new car, but it has to be dependable and most important safe. That’s what she keeps telling Uncle David.”

“Ah, I see, and this car is not on the list.”

Alice Hope smiled, “She studied all kinds of cars, and convertibles have low survival rates in crashes. She also thinks I’m too small for my age,” she peeked inside the car, “and you don’t have a car seat.”

“Does your Uncle Liam’s truck pass inspection?” Killian inquired of his little girl.

“Of course, silly. Uncle Liam picks me up when mom is too busy or if it’s our day.”

“Good, little love, how about we walk to the park and I call him to pick us up over there.” Killian fished out his phone from his pocket.

“You can push me on the swing,” she exclaimed, “but you have to push hard.”

He snorted a laugh, “How about I safely push you on the swings, little love. I don’t want your mum to be cross with me.” He gave her his best puppy eyes.

“I won’t tell her if you don’t,” she giggled.

Killian only smiled. They walked to the park holding hands and talking about her favorite food, grilled cheese, like her mom. As he pushed her on the swings at a safe pace, much to her dismay, he told her about his childhood memories. Most of them featured her mother, whether they were playing tag, hide and seek or football. They were thick as thieves. They didn’t wait long for Liam’s truck to arrive. The honk went almost unheard. They walked towards a waiting Liam with smiles on their faces.

They arrive at the Jones’ house and Alice Hope runs inside and heads to the kitchen to grab one of her juices. “Uncle Liam, what are you gonna make to eat? I’m so hungry!”

“Ali, you’re always hungry. Are you sure you’re not a little monster?” Liam grabbed, and tickled her as he probed, “I don’t think you are a simple little girl.”

She giggled at him, “Uncle Liam! Please, stop, I can’t breathe.”

“Okay, little one, how about some grilled cheese, your favorite.” Her beaming smile was answer enough. “Off you go.” Killian, you should go with her and keep her company. There's no telling what kind of mischief she will get into if she's left to her own devices. Might I remind you, she's your daughter and the apple didn't fall far from the tree." Liam quirked an eyebrow.

"Oi! I was a very well behaved lad," Killian rebuffed as he followed his daughter to the backyard.

Liam decided on some grilled cheese sandwiches and a nice tomato soup. He was taking his time to give his brother and niece more time together.

Killian and Alice Hope finally entered the house. “Little love, we’ve been thinking about planting some Middlemist. They were your grandmother’s favorite, I was wondering if you would like to help us? We can make it a Jones activity.” Killian lightly bumped her with his hip.

“Yeah, I could help. Maybe we can get mom to help too?” She gave him a little hopeful smile.

“We shall ask her if she wants to join us.” He led her to his old room. “I thought it would only be fair for me to show you my room since you showed me yours.” Killian pondered for a minute as he noticed her hesitation as they near the room. “Alice Hope little love, have you been inside?”

“Uh, nope. Uncle Liam said it was bad form to invade other people’s privacy.” She shrugged as she walked past him inside his room.

“I’m your father, he didn’t say anything about me, ever?” Killian felt a little hurt at the realization that he was only a glorified sperm donor. He planned to change all that though.

“No, they never said anything. I mean mom or Uncle Liam. I thought he was my uncle like Uncle Graham, but she did tell me he was my dad’s brother.” She paused for a second, “I could see the sadness in her eyes.” His little girl looked down, “I wanted to ask about you, but I knew it hurt mom. So I didn’t.” She smiles, “So I never spent the night, we would come visit for a little bit. Mostly Uncle Liam visits us.”

“I see, well how about we rectify that now? Let’s get to know each other. Come now, don’t be shy.”

She took his invitation to snoop happily. Seeing an old guitar, Alice Hope grabbed it. “This is cool! Does it still work?” She inspected it closely, gently caressing it.

“Aye, little love, though it might be out of tune. This guitar,” he took a deep breath, “my mum got it for me, it was my first guitar, she taught me how to play it. My mum had a beautiful voice. She loved to sing, to play,” he said, strumming the guitar. “You remind me of her, She would have adored you.” His eyes watered, but he continued playing, improvising a melody as she watched intently.

A light knock interrupted father and daughter. “Sorry guys but the food is ready,” Liam said, “come on now. Ali, your mum wants you to give her a ring once you are finished eating.”

Alice Hope simply nodded.

“Come on, little love, let’s see what Uncle Liam has prepared.” He put the guitar down and followed Liam. His little girl followed suit but paused to turn back and grab the guitar. She carried it to the living room and gently put it down then rushed to the kitchen where Killian and Liam were waiting for her.

“Allow me, little love.” Killian pulled out her chair.

She blushed as she walked to the chair in front of her dad and sat down.  

“Grilled cheese and tomato soup?” Killian asked Liam.

“As you know brother, that is Ali’s favorite, but instead of those dreadful onion rings I thought I’d add something healthier,” Liam replied with a grin.

Alice Hope gasped, “Uncle Liam, don’t let my mom hear you.” She took a bite of her sandwich. “It’s delicious,” she exclaimed after swallowing the buttery cheesy goodness.

Killian laughed contently and agreed, “It is brother. Thank you.”

“I’m happy you are both enjoying it.”

Over dinner Killian told Liam about the plan he and Alice Hope had come up with for her to help them with the Middlemist garden, which Liam thought was a great idea. When they finished dinner Liam began to clear the table.

“Let me help, you cooked. It’s only fair.” Killian quickly came to his aid and directed his attention to Alice. “Little love, can you sit in the living room, and entertain yourself for a minute or so.” Killian smiled fondly at her.

She got up and went to the living room. She was drawn to the guitar she’d placed there before dinner. Picking it up, she slowly placed it on her lap as her dad had. She strummed the strings of the guitar in the same melodic way.

As they finished in the kitchen, Killian could hear the faint music, and approached slowly, Liam not too far behind. Killian turned to look at his brother, cocking his head. Liam simply shrugs.

“Little love?”

Alice Hope stopped playing and looked up. “I’m sorry, you said to entertain myself, and I...”

Killian quickly interrupted her, “You’re not in trouble, have you played before?”

She relaxed, “No, this is my first time. I just watched you earlier.” She looked a little confused.

“I think it’s time I take you guitar shopping, you are a natural,” Killian said, awestruck.

Liam smiled, “I told you the apple didn’t fall from the tree.”

Alice Hope beamed at her father, “Okay, but you tell mom,” she gulped, “I better call her. I forgot.” She winces apologetically.

“No need to worry, little love, I’ll call her.” Killian grinned to himself as he called Emma. He was proud of his little girl.

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Tulsa veteran promotes justice while serving those in need: 'That could be any of us' Through Vernon AME Church, Fred Freeman has helped feed thousands during the pandemic. Freeman is the music minister/treasurer at Vernon, and a Vietnam veteran. Fred Freeman prepares corn for the food ministry he leads on March 10, 2021 in Tulsa, OK. Freeman is the music minister/treasurer at Vernon AME Church, and the volunteer leader behind the church food ministry that has fed thousands during the pandemic. He’s also a decorated Vietnam veteran who received a Bronze Star for meritorious service. On March 10, Fred Freeman volunteers for the food ministry he leads through Vernon AME Church. He’s also Vernon’s music minister and treasurer. What a given day’s lunch menu is going to look like, Fred Freeman usually doesn’t know in advance. But, so far, it’s never failed to come to him. “Most days, it’s whatever the Holy Spirit puts on my heart,” said the volunteer cook. Fred Freeman prepares to-go plates for the food ministry he leads through Vernon AME Church. He’s also Vernon’s music minister and treasurer, as well as a decorated Vietnam veteran. Michael Noble Jr., Tulsa World One of the leaders behind a Vernon AME Church food ministry that has served almost 300,000 free meals since last spring, Freeman followed that spiritual prompting one day last week in preparing barbecue meatballs and a side of corn on the cob. “I might do wings tomorrow,” he said. “We’ll see.” The church, which has received donations from far and wide to keep up the daily meal program, began the effort in 2020 in response to the COVID-19 pandemic. At its peak, more than 100 people were coming by each day to pick up lunches, church leaders said. Breakfast is also served on certain days. For Freeman, who is also Vernon’s music minister and treasurer, it’s been a daily reminder to count his blessings. He hasn’t had to face the same hardships others have during the pandemic. But the idea of surviving one day at a time — like so many have to do — is at least something that Freeman is familiar with. It’s how he made it through Vietnam, he said. A former Army sergeant, Freeman was just 20 years old in 1969 when he was sent overseas. He served a year in the war and was awarded a Bronze Star for meritorious service. “Early on, I developed the mindset that I was going to do what I needed to do so I could get back home,” Freeman said. “When I think back now, though, I think there was a part of me that always thought that wasn’t going to happen.” ‘This is real’ A native of St. Louis, where he graduated from high school, Freeman was in college when he was drafted. From there, he was trained in communications and assigned to the 13th Signal Battalion, 1st Cavalry Division. Fred Freeman served in Vietnam and earned a Bronze Star for meritorious service. A former Army sergeant, Freeman was just 20 years old in 1969 when he was sent overseas.  Michael Noble Jr., Tulsa World Freeman’s baptism into warfare would come just days after arriving in Vietnam, when he experienced his first rocket attack. “I’ll never forget it. It was Easter Sunday morning — about 6 in the morning,” he said. “We already realized that at any moment our lives could be taken. But that (attack) brought it home. “I thought, ‘OK, this is real. I could be gone at any time.’” Freeman’s main job was to travel to Army units out in the field and set up their communications so they could to talk to headquarters. For the task, he’d bring along a small team of three or four soldiers. “We’d take our equipment with us and have to build our own bunkers. Then we’d set up their communications. The job usually took about a week or two.” Serving units in the field sometimes meant facing the same dangers they did. Freeman recalls one night when word came that Viet Cong guerrillas were about to overrun their site. “We had just gotten our bunker finished,” he said, adding that the news sent everyone scrambling. “Everyone was up. Everyone had to go on guard duty. There were Cobra helicopters in the air, scanning the area with their lights. It was scary.” Thankfully, the attack did not materialize. It was about six months into his yearlong tour, Freeman said, that he first felt the war’s cost personally. While in basic training at Fort Leonard Wood, Missouri, he had made a friend named Darnell Harvey. Harvey was from Chicago. They ended up in different units, but the men stayed in touch. Freeman still remembers the shock he felt upon learning Harvey had been killed in action. “He was point man on a patrol when he was shot by the Viet Cong,” he said. “It was a blow,” Freeman added. “He was such a good guy.” Through Vernon AME Church, Fred Freeman has helped feed thousands during the pandemic. Michael Noble Jr., Tulsa World Today, Harvey’s name is among the thousands engraved on the nation’s Vietnam Veterans Memorial. Freeman has never visited the memorial wall or the smaller touring version, he said. He’s been hesitant to — afraid that he might recognize other names. However, recently he made up his mind the time has come. “I think it might be good for me to go,” he said. “It’s on my list for when things open up again and we can travel.” ‘Always a better way’ One of Freeman’s side roles in Vietnam was serving on what was called a “racial contact team.” Consisting of him and three white soldiers in his company, the team was supposed to be the first point of contact for any race-related complaints. The idea was to “not let things blow up,” Freeman said. “To see what the real problem is and try to peacefully work through it.” The unit never had any problems, he said. “I think we were just too focused on staying alive.” But the principles and techniques he learned have stayed with him. Fred Freeman prepares for the food ministry he leads on March 10, 2021 in Tulsa, OK. Freeman is the music minister/treasurer at Vernon AME Church, and the volunteer leader behind the church food ministry that has fed thousands during the pandemic. He’s also a decorated Vietnam veteran who received a Bronze Star for meritorious service. Michael Noble Jr., Tulsa World A member at Vernon for almost 50 years — since 1973 when he moved to Tulsa — Freeman has embraced the church’s mission of racial justice through nonviolence. In that, he’s often stood alongside the Rev. Robert Turner, Vernon’s pastor and a leading voice on race-related issues in Tulsa, including police reform and reparations for the 1921 Race Massacre. “You don’t have to be violent. There are other ways to get the message out and effect change,” Freeman said. “That’s the kind of philosophy I try to instill in folks I come in contact with — that there’s always a better way.” He’s similarly thoughtful about the church’s food ministry. “The people that come to us in need — that could be any of us, you know,” Freeman said. “I’m just thrilled that this church is able to provide for them. I’m grateful that our pastor had the vision to ask if we could do it.” The church started out using its own funds, Freeman said, before word spread and donations began pouring in from the community and around the country. “I know it’s what God wanted us to do,” he said. “Because he’s providing a way for us to do it.” On March 10, Fred Freeman volunteers for the food ministry he leads through Vernon AME Church. He’s also Vernon’s music minister and treasurer, as well as a decorated Vietnam veteran. Michael Noble Jr., Tulsa World However long the need continues and the church can help meet it, Freeman plans to be in the middle of the effort. He’s at a time in life where he can focus fully on what’s become a twofold mission: serving those in need while promoting justice for all. “I think that’s why the Lord has kept me here for these almost 73 years,” Freeman said. Through Vernon AME Church, Fred Freeman has helped feed thousands during the pandemic. Michael Noble Jr., Tulsa World tim.stanley@tulsaworld.com Subscribe to our Daily Headlines newsletter. Source link Orbem News #Bunker #Christianity #church #country #darnellharvey #Food #fredfreeman #full-longform #Justice #leonardwood #meatball #military #Promotes #robertturner #serving #soldier #Task #Tulsa #vernonamechurch #veteran #vietcong #Vietnam #war #weaponry

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Script of Mga Ibong Mandaragit by Amado Hernandes (english version)

scene 1; narrator: Andoy is a slave of don Segundo monteros' house. Don Segundo told the  Japanese soldiers to arrest andoy because don Segundo finds out that he is a guerilla( a type of irregular warfare: that is, it aims not simply to defeat an enemy, but to win popular support and political influence, to the enemy's cost). Andoy and his two friends that are also a guerrilla escaped from the house of Don Segundo. They decided to go to the house of Tata Matyas. Andoy: It looks like we're all tired, we need to rest and let the day pass until morning. Karyo: That's a good idea, Andoy Martin: Wait, I think that's the house of Tata Matyas Andoy: that's right, come on, faster| narrator: And the three  guerrillas' reached the house of tata Matyas                        Tata Matyas: Oh, what are you doing here? and who are they? Andoy: we're here because we're  being hunted by the Japanese soldiers' scene 2: narrator: tata Matyas welcomes them to his house. tata matyas gives them all the food that tata Matyas has. after they ate the food, karyo, and martin takes a rest and went to sleep. while tata Matyas and andoy are busy telling a story about the time when Dr. Jose Rizal created its own works which are " Noli Me Tangere" and " El Filibusterismo." Tata Matyas believes that the treasure of Simon Ibarra (which is the antagonist of the story) is true and he told Andoy that he knows the exact location of the treasure. Tata Matyas: it can be found on the sea of atimonan Andoy: oh, really? if that's true, tomorrow after the sunrise, we will try to find the treasure and I'll promise that if we found it I'll give you money because of welcoming us to your house and for telling me about the treasure. SCENE 3: narrator: the three guerrillas went to the sea of atimonan to find the treasure that tata Matyas said. They are all excited to find the treasure because it can help them to become rich and wealthy men. Andoy: I think we're really close to the location of the chest karyo:  come on, we need to find it as faster as we can because there are lots of shark on this sea. Martin: What are you waiting for? let's dive in and find the chest narrator: They continue to dive into the deeper part of the sea, and when they reached the deeper part, andoy saw the chest and they helped each other to lift up the chest to the boat. Unfortunately, when they're near in the boat Karyo he sacrificed his life for his two friends from the shark attack. Andoy: karyo! Martin:karyo! Andoy: wait for me, I’ll save you from that stupid shark Martin: Never mind him, we don’t need him, we need the chest so let the shark take care of him Andoy: don’t be stupid martin, he is our friend and I don’t want to lose him Martin: but you cant save him anymore, he is gone (Martin sails the boat) Scene 4: Narrator: Martin and andoy finally reached the seashore but martin has an intention to kill andoy because he wants to get the chest by his self and be a wealthy man. Andoy: Come on martin, we need to go to tata Matyas, because I promised him to give a share Martin : okay (evil laugh) ( andoy turns back) Fight scene until karyo died Andoy: im sorry my friend but it’s your fault Narrator: that scar on his right cheeks result to disguise as mando plaridel to have a revenge to don segundo montero Mando (andoy) created a newspaper, the “kampilan” that has content about corrupt politicians. Mando requested his friend Magat to keep his newspaper and to take charge on his newspaper. mando bought a  new house in manila to tata matyas live there. Mando wants to tour the world to gain more learnings. Before he go mando meets his uncle and his cousin to say goodbye. Mando: tata pastor im here to say goodbye because I'm going to states to have fun and learn new things but ill promise that ill always send a letter for the both of you. Narrator: tata pastor and puri didn’t know that mando is andoy. Scene 5: paris Narrator: mando is in the paris and he saw a boy harassing a girl. Mando saved the girl and mando Rapist: (Looking at dolly) starts to do his bad plan Dolly : Help !( crying and shouting) Help! Someone please help me! Rapist: your very beautiful ( evil laugh) ( andoy is sitting on a chair and suddenly he saw this girl who is asking for help|)8 Andoy: ohhh  wait, she looks familiar to me (going to the rapist ) (starts to fight with the rapist) Andoy: go away stupid! ( rapist starts to escape) Andoy: are you okay miss? Dolly: I’d been hurt by that person Andoy:  Really? That kind of person  don’t have a right to live in this world Dolly: Yes, he didn’t have good manner. By the way, thank you for helping me, whats your name? Andoy:oh it’s my pleasure to help you, I’m Mando Plaridel from Philippines

Narrator : Dolly didn’t know that mando is andoy their ex slave. Dolly had a feeeling for mando and mando too. Mando turn back in manila,Philippines and dolly is also in the manila.

Narrator : Dolly didn’t know that mando is andoy their ex slave. Dolly had a feeeling for mando and mando too. Mando turn back in manila,Philippines and dolly is also in the manila.Dolly invited mando to come in their house with celebration and to introduce mando in her family.

 Scene 6: Philippines ( on the meeting with the president and other officials)

 Dolly: (Holding hands with mando) (Introduces mando to all) Excuse us Girl: who is that person?

 Don Segundo: who’s that guy, dolly?

 Dolly: he’s Mando Plaridel my dearest boyfriend 

Mando: Good morning everyone

 President: (stand and look at mando with an angry face) oh if im not mistaken, you’re the author of kampilan

 Don segundo: yes he is.

 Mando: Yes! And I think your one of the politician that are affected by the content.

 Scene 7: Narrator: Don Segundo pleaded to Dolly to personally contact mando with the aim of utilizing the people's solid trust in Kampilan to improve their reputation and business but Mando did not agree. this time he has revealed the real Mando, who is nothing but Andoy, who has been a maid and a torment then and now a wealthy man who drove Dolly's heart and advocating his father. A few days later, they tried to kill mando  but they failed to kill him. Two of the three suspects lived and they asked the two if who is the mastermind of this plan while mando is suffering from the gun shots  on his arm. 

 ANDOY: Now tell us who is the mastermind of this plan?

 Two suspect:  No, im the mastermind

 Andoy: don’t lie I know there’s someone behind this (punched the two suspect) Two suspect: Okay stop stop, heneral bayoneta, senator botin and the other officials 

Narrator: all the officials that are involved in the plan  escaped and are waiting for the tension to be calm.

 Scene 8:

 Narrator: There was a fire in Hacienda Montero and the guilty defendants were farmers and civilian guards put guns and other documents in the houses to show that the farmers were the suspects and the guards arrest the farmers. After  tata Pastor was beaten in jail when he did not want real possessions of weapons in their home, mang tumas and one farmer followed their death and this results to the farmers to have a revenge and said that the hacienda belongs tot them. 

1st  farmer: we need to move, all of them  needs to go to jail 

2nd farmer:  yeahhh! We need to fight for freedom and for the other farmers Narrator: Due to circumstances of conflict, the army provided a report on what could have happened when the peasants' uprisings and violent activities were over, so the President called on Mando, Senator Bright and Dr. Sabio to find an opinion but ultimately decided on his own mind because at the time they talked, two truckers of a civilian guard in Hacienda ran and fired the peasants who were killed by Pastor. Here they saw Mando, Danoy and other survivors who had to start the change, co-opting the crooked principles that were lively to the bigger predators that absorbed the blood of the dying Filipinos in their desire proper and equal treatment of a person, whether a millionaire or one employee. 

Hope you will like it!

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Chasten Buttigieg’s Brother is a Trump Supporter out to Destroy Mayor Pete’s Bid For Presidency

Rhyan Glezman is the kind of opportunist that feels all to familiar.

We’ve often seen distant family members of celebrities suddenly rise to the surface for a bit of roll-off fame. It happened to Meghan Markle, whose mostly absent Father and Step-Sister desperately tried to mar her character when they discovered the actress was marrying the Prince of England. They went on a tour across two continents as they wallowed in the limelight, guzzling any attention on offer as they made the past of England’s future Duchess’s public business.

Gross.

Rhyan Glezman is cut from that same cloth. Glezman is the brother of Presidential candidate Pete Buttigeig’s husband, Chasten. He appeared on FOX News recently with host Laura Ingraham to make the claim that Chasten has been telling porkies about his past, and of course that means Glezman, a born again christian Pastor, must set the record straight… live on the most hostile, homophobic network on television, and to a talk show host that has attacked the LGBT community, the immigrant community and, well, basically anyone who isn’t white, straight, cisgender and male.

That’s right: FOX News. The irony here, in a strange twist of fate, Ingraham’s own brother is gay and has publicly denounced her hateful rhetoric, dubbing her “A monster.”

Maybe this sit down between Ingraham and Glezman was a perfect pairing after all.

Glezman maintained not a shred of emotion as he accused his newly famous brother of mischaracterizing his family and the conditions of his upbringing to harvest political favor.

Chasten shared some of his coming out journey during a speech at an HRC Gala; “When I was 18-years-old I worked up the courage to tell my parents that I was gay. And while we have a great relationship now, back then things weren’t easy,” he said.

And that’s true. His Mother and Father often travel with Chasten to events around the country… so here I am, waiting for the lie that the big bad big brother insists he expose…

Chasten is the youngest son of three boys who grew up far away from the political spectacles of Washington DC; Instead he was brought up in a working-class family in Traverse City, Michigan.

He remained closeted throughout school, but came out the summer after his high school graduation. Upon telling his family that he was gay, Chasten faced a consequence that so many LGBTQ youth fear the most as a result- rejection.

He left home soon after, sleeping in his car and staying with friends off and on until his Mother reached out for reconciliation and invited him back into the family home, much to the protest of Chasten’s two older brothers who still refuse to acknowledge him. I’m sure these two make family holidays an absolute joy.

The Glezman Brothers remind me of the wicked Stepsisters from Disney’s Cinderella. They’re enraged that their lowly gay brother, who is far less qualified than them for God’s blessings, has wormed his way into such a high profile position and has the nerve to talk about the faith that they claim ownership of.

Those poor, pitiful Glezman brothers.

While Chasten and his Parents have made amends, oldest brother Rhyan is determined to put a dent in Mayor Pete’s Presidential bid by using Chasten- and his religion- to vilify the couple.

The problem with Christians like Rhyan is that they equate hate slinging with the love of Jesus that only they have the power to bestow. It is a holy commodity reserved explicitly for themselves, and those they deem worthy enough to share it with. They think their hate is love and their betrayal of family or a loved one is sanctioned, nay necessary to maintain status with the guy in the sky. He also plans to ride the coattails of Chasten’s newly discovered fame… by denying being exactly who Rhyan, himself, has demonstrated himself to be. A fame chasing bigot.

You ever notice how these people loathe being called a bigot? All of them. It’s quite bizarre how truly sensitive the men and women who shout words I wouldn’t even type at two men holding hands somehow take umbrage with being labeled a bigot. Racists hate being called racists. TERFs hate being called TERFs… there’s a theme here.

Saddest of all is how smug Rhyan Glezman is, when asked if he would vote for his brother’s husband in an election, sat back, smirked, folded his hands and said…

“Trump 2020.”

In that moment, my heart broke for Chasten Buttigeig and his brother hyan showed his entire hand. I realized that the world now knows beyond a shadow of a doubt that his Brothers are hypocritical fanatics who would rather him fail than succeed and only because they think his difference in belief renders him undeserving of happiness or success… Certainly when up against the paragon of virtue that is president pussy-grabber, repeat adulterer, hush money payments to porn star paying, disability mocking, calls Nazi’s some “Fine people” while branding Mexicans rapists and murders…. this is preferred over his own Brothers, and all because he happens to be gay.

How many of us see ourselves in this story- a family that wants us to lose and laughs when we fall? That’s if they bother to stick around long enough to see where you fall. Many simply opt for a one way ticket out of our lives, and they do so in the Name of Christ. Oddly, when success or attention is found, those same family members suddenly find a revolving door to either reopen the wounds the left you to lick, or to pretend they’re anxious to help when they really just plan to sell stories about you to the media or leverage your desire for their acceptance and distort it for their own benefit. If they aren’t getting something out of it, they don’t usually stick around.

So Christian of them.

Thankfully, not all Christians subscribe to this practice, just my own family, and clearly Chasten Buttigeig’s and maybe yours, too. However, there is a faction of Christians out there that have actually read the Bible and practice what it preaches without demanding you do the same, or denouncing your existence if you don’t think like they do, believe like they do, behave like they think you should… some Christians are more worried about the quality of their own lives and relationship with Christ than they are yours… I say that like it’s uncommon, maybe it’s not, but I’m still surprised when I meet a Christian willing to mind their own damn business.

It will be painful for those of us who have had a relationship with familial rejection to watch the Glezman Brothers campaign against their youngest brother and attempt to malign the efforts of he and his Husband, claiming it’s the Christian thing to do. So many of us have had the name of Christ weaponized against us, but it’s hard to watch it happen to someone who should be on top of the world and anxious to change it for the better. Watching their very own family come from the sidelines with a trip wire out of sheer jealousy is unsettling, at best.

No one knows that disheartening reality more than the LGBT community.

Fortunately, Chasten seems to have managed to maintain strong relationships with both his Mother and Father, as he recently tweeted:

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Just FYI: My parents walked me down the aisle. My dad leveled the parking lot of our reception venue with his own two hands. My mom and I danced and shared ice cream long into the night. My parents are amazing and Peter’s biggest fans. I’m so proud of them.

 — @chas10buttigieg

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This all makes big brother Glezman’s accusation of Chasten manufacturing stories about his youth less likely to be fiction, and more likely a glaring indication that Glezman is wholly consumed by his own bitterness and resents that his gay brother turned out okay and, despite a period of struggle, kept the ties that bind him and his parents in tact. Clearly Glezman doesn’t believe Chasten deserves the same kind of happiness that he himself enjoys with his wife… just don’t call him a bigot.

However, he may be a liar for claiming his brother virtually made up the trials of his past for if he were telling the truth himself, he would have had support from others in his declaration that Chasten “Had it easy.”

Right Rhyan, you seem like the kind of guy who would have made your young gay brother’s life pleasant- and the fact that you’ve alienated him and refused to associate with him for years now doesn’t really make you the most reliable resource for information regarding Chasten or Pete. No one is stepping forward to substantiate your claims that Chasten has lied for political favor, not even your own Mom or Dad…

Terry Glezman, Chasten Glezman Buttigieg, and Sherri Glezman overcame initial struggles with their youngest sons sexuality and went on to share his special day with him.

In fact, Chasten’s Mom and Dad seem to be simply celebrating the prospects of their Sons political future even as their two older sons stew in their own self righteous, hyper religious rage, angrily brandishing their Trump bumper stickers and MAGA hats.

Hey Chasten, knowing you’ve had to deal with Brothers like this, I imagine no enemy you’ll meet on the pathway to the White House will ever shake your foundation. Thanks for telling your story, it is one we all need to hear.

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My Journey With Books

We recently enjoyed the hospitality of some dear friends of many years. Shortly after we left, they wrote to me …

We were inspired and uplifted by your energy and hope for the new adventure that is ahead of you. We have felt quite worn out recently . . . There is a sense of having lost our deep connection and strength from God. It feels a long way off, still there, we ‘know it’ but recently feeling it and drawing upon it just isn’t happening. We know spending time in Gods word would make such a difference. And we were wondering what you might recommend to read, or a study to do, something that would give us a new focus, on Gods awesomeness, reminding us that He is our centre and giving us that mental focus and spiritual connection. Something that we just want to dive in to, to look forward to each morning/evening. We’re not sure where to even start, a topic that has been on our minds is gratitude. We hoped contained within your wealth of reading, a book or study might jump out as a suggestion.

Once I’d written a response to them, I thought that what I shared might be helpful for someone else - maybe you. 

What I wrote was a narrative of my spiritual journey of the past ten years, and the books and authors Jesus gave to walk me into a wonderful renewal of my heart for God and people. Here’s my reply …

As I write some of my story, I will mention authors and books that have provided wonderful vigour and spark to my walk with God and with people - in this way I will be recommending the resources that have most touched me, and as you read, the Holy Spirit may just make something stand out to you, as being right for where you are on your journey.

You will find that most of this story and the books that I’ve journeyed with are about seeing the loving Father - his goodness, love and grace - in scope and magnitude and wonder that I had not ever seen before. And they are about how these life changing visions of God have flowed down and renewed my love for Him and for people, and restored wonder back into my own life.

Wm Paul Young

About ten years ago, after some resistance to the idea, I picked up a copy of The Shack by Paul Young. After working through the first chapter or two I came to a part that stopped me in my tracks! The scene was of a man with a great sadness in his life, and some serious anger at God, being embraced enthusiastically and unconditionally by Papa (the authors name for the heavenly Father). It became my own moment of God-embrace, and set off an experience in the love of God … that I hope will never end!

Not only that, but the author surprised me with characters depicting the Trinity that shook my previous imaginings of what God was like to the core. A deliberate ploy by the author to shake us (or maybe just me) out of familiarity with a (too small and predicable) God, to enable this One who St John called “love” to be reimagined and embraced again. And I walked in the glow of this book for months to come.

C. Baxter Kruger

Soon afterwards my eldest son, Toby, introduced me to another author - C. Baxter Kruger. Baxter is an American Theologian whose passion is to reveal the Trinity and God’s love for us and his plan to reconcile a fallen world to Himself. At that time Baxter had started touring with Paul Young, and it was said that Baxter wrote about the theology behind Paul’s allegory, The Shack. Interestingly, they had never met before The Shack was published.

Happily, Baxter’s books are around just 100 pages in length, but packed with a powerful love-soaked message that just blew me away. God is for us was the first of Baxter’s books I read and I loved it: commencing with an unforgettable explanation of St Paul’s astonishment that God had included us in Christ’s resurrection and ascension. Soon I was reading The Great Dance and all the rest of Baxter’s books. Jesus and the Undoing of Adam  was breathtaking! 

As much as anything I was re-learning about the Cross of Calvary, and how God revealed himself there and took us into his saving plan. 

It was just what I needed, because my knowledge of God and His things had become stale and stalled - there was no longer any freshness or progress in my understanding. 

On top of my still current experience from The Shack, Baxter’s books were wonderful!

Rob Bell

By the time I picked up Rob Bell’s book Love Wins I was already comfortable with the art of asking questions, for in finding that which was fresh and new and reinvigorating to me, required questioning some of the old ideas I’d once held. That’s what ‘Love Wins’ was for me, it was permission to keep asking questions. As Rob found out, not everyone likes that, especially if it’s about a sacred cow you’ve protected all your life. 

The questions don’t always lead people to the same answers, but like Rob, I found they led me to see love and to see God through a wonderful new lens.

I’ve read a number of Rob’s books since then, and his podcasts (called the Robcast) have always inspired. What We Talk About When We talk About God and What is the Bible? are two excellent offerings from this master communicator. And, yes, I did get to meet Rob in Auckland just a few years ago.

More from Paul and Baxter

A few years into this journey two really good things happened. First, Baxter wrote his book about Paul’s book, and named it The Shack Revisited. He gave it a tantalising sub-title: ‘There is More Going on Here than You Ever Dared to Dream’. In this book Baxter helped explain the Biblical truths undergirding Paul’s allegory of the Trinity and how a shattered human can find healing and transforming love. I was so taken by this book that I bought a copy for every couple in our church - most of whom were already ‘Shack’ lovers.

The second good thing that transpired was an opportunity to host Paul Young and Baxter Kruger in Auckland … together! 

So in January 2014 Suzanne and I gathered 30 people into a big house in Riverhead and enjoyed the most wonderful day with these two ‘giants’. I have subsequently read all of Baxter and Paul’s books, and apart from those I’ve already mentioned, one stands out - Paul Young’s Lies We Believe about God for which Baxter writes the Foreword (which I thought was worth the price of the book alone). 

This is a very thought provoking, but I found, freeing little book … the bookseller’s blurb says: “33 commonly uttered things we say about God, revealing how they keep us from having a full, loving relationship with God. Using personal anecdotes and drawing on the touching comments from his readers of The Shack, Wm. Paul Young encourages readers to think anew about important issues, including sin, religion, hell, politics, identity, creation and human rights. In the process, he helps us discover God's deep and abiding love.” So true!

Not only was God capturing my affections and awe in new and wonderful ways, but the experiences I were enjoying were changing my message and practice as a pastor. 

Actually, my job was becoming easier simply because the love and grace of God was washing over my congregation - and not just through me. Others were starting fresh journeys, and I’m sure a window in heaven was open and pouring the goodness of God upon us.

Brennan Manning

Along the way, Brennan Manning kept popping up. Dear Brennan passed away a few years ago, but left behind some quotes that completely “undid” me. One favourite: 

“Do you believe that the God of Jesus loves you beyond worthiness and unworthiness; beyond fidelity and infidelity; that he loves you in the morning sun and in the evening rain; that he loves you when your intellect denies it, your emotions refuse it, your whole being rejects it; do you believe that God loves without condition or reservation, and loves you this moment as you are and not as you should be?”

Oh me, oh my.

Two of Brennan books sit side by side on our bookcase: The Ragamuffin Gospel and All is Grace.

Robert Farrar Capon

I must mention Robert Farrar Capon. Sadly this gem of a man passed away in recent years, but like Brennan Manning, left a great legacy in books, and some most enjoyable quotes - yes a man with a wonderful turn of phrase, sense of humour and vision of mercy, love and grace. 

As I write, Robert’s book The Mystery of Christ is on the way. 

"Grace is the celebration of life, relentlessly hounding all the non-celebrants in the world. It is a floating, cosmic bash shouting its way through the streets of the universe, flinging the sweetness of its cassations to every window, pounding at every door in a hilarity beyond all liking and happening, until the prodigals come out at last and dance, and the elder brothers finally take their fingers out of their ears."

(Don’t get me started on Capon quotes - there is just to end to the bliss).

Two other Capon books sit side by side on our bookshelf: Between Noon and Three: Romance, Law and the Outrage of Grace and Health. Money and Love: And Why We Don’t Enjoy Them. And happily there are still many more to buy … including his much acclaimed series on the Parables.

Brian Zahnd

As I have journeyed so have books and their authors journeyed with me. I can easily remember the impact of Brian Zahnd’s book  Water to Wine. It’s by-line is “Some of My Story” and I found I could identify with so much of the testimony I found in Brian’s book, and as the title says, 

it really has been a decade of leaving behind water to discover the wine of a new relationship with an extraordinary loving and grace-filled God.  

I couldn’t wait for Brian’s next book, and after reading Sinners in the Hands of a Loving God I simply wanted to read it again. Brian takes us through a range of topics that lead us away from an “angry God” who is wrathful towards sinners - imbedded in so much of Evangelical theology - and paints a picture of the loving God who is perfectly revealed through Jesus. More stunning, life-changing truth for me. It was a huge privilege to meet Brian and Peri Zahnd in Tauranga last year (a one day prayer school), and of course have him sign my copy of his book.

Brad Jersak

And meet my fellow traveller, Brad Jersak. It was a thrill to meet Brad in Auckland last year, but not before two of his books had lovingly done some rearranging of my spiritual furniture. The first, Her Gates Will Never be Shut had been recommended by Baxter Kruger. The second, A More Christlike God: A More Beautiful Gospel reveals the God who looks like Jesus in every respect, the perfect Incarnation of self-giving, radically forgiving, co-suffering love. 

The One, who by now, had completely captured my heart in a way I had thought I would never know - maybe others, but probably not me. O how marvellous to be found wrong on that little bit of self doubt.

Jessica Kelley 

Jessica Kelley placed a capstone, of sorts, on my understanding of grief and where God is in the midst of tragedy - this was personal for me, of course, having the sadness of loosing our 16 year old son, Regan. In Lord Willing? she tells the story of her five year old son’s suffering and death from cancer, but more than that, Jessica opens our hearts to a vision of God that is far from aloof at such times, and is most certainly not the instigator or ‘allower’ of such sadnesses that befall us. This God walks vulnerably with the vulnerable, he is the lover of our souls.

Richard Rohr

I almost had another “Shack” encounter when I read Richard Rohr’s The Divine Dance. it made me realise that for a number of years I’d been reading and listening and talking about … God himself, the beautiful Heavenly family, this utterly loving Trinity; and it was transforming, it was freeing and it was deeply worship invoking. 

It was changing my heart toward people, ridding me of judgementalism and past elitist dogma.

And I realised that most pastors I knew (and I had been one) didn’t read books about God! They were more interested in learning how to lead a bigger church, or heal more sick people, or get revival, or … but actually not about God. 

All this was going on in my brain as my spirit was being further renewed with Richard Rohr. There are now three other Rohr books in the house, and quite unique in the devotional and contemplative path they chart, as well as the brilliant revelation of truth they bring. Falling Upward is a classic - just had to throw that in.

Rachel Held Evans

Did I mention Rachel Held Evans? Probably not because Inspired: Slaying Giants, Walking on Water, and Loving the Bible Again has only been in the house a couple of weeks and Suzanne has claimed it first! But O … it’s touching her heart and restoring lost treasures - it’s beautiful to behold.

As I write this, it dawns on me that I’ve been keeping company with Catholic Priests, Anglican Vicars, Charismatic pastors, Orthodox Monastery preachers, Presbyterian theologians, itinerant social change-makers … everyone of them captivated by the great Lover himself, everyone of them with a unique and moving story to tell, everyone of them with treasures to give away. 

It makes me think how narrow my band of reference and fellowship had become, and how awful and ill-informed my prejudices had been. But not any more … Jesus had given me, given both Sue and me, not only a brilliantly diverse band of people who write books with whom to journey (and I’ve not covered them all), but also a wonderfully diverse band of friends who read books, who love me and walk alongside me. It’s amazing grace and it’s an amazing life.

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Footnote

These days I buy all my books from The Book Depository (good prices and shipping). Should a book not be available from The Book Depository, I then go to Amazon.

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Food in Mexico: A Culinary Guide to Meals, History and Tours

While there are countless reasons to travel there, the food in Mexico alone makes it worth the trip. From tacos al pastor on a busy street corner to a fancy dinner in a world-famous restaurant, the culinary options are endless.

To say that food is a big deal in Mexican culture is a vast understatement. The country’s cuisine is a vital part of its culture and is a point of pride for the Mexican people. Eating is one of the best things to do in Mexico!

There are so many incredible places to visit in the country, and the cuisine changes depending on the region. Of course, you can always find staple dishes like tacos, but the fillings and toppings vary. Then there are the various local specialties — mole in Oaxaca, carnitas in Michoacan, and fresh ceviche on the coast in places like Cozumel, Tulum, Cancun and Isla Mujeres.

Mexico has been my home away from home for the better part of the last three years, and one reason I keep coming back is the food. During these years, I’ve done some solid research (i.e. I’ve eaten all the things) from coast to coast. It wasn’t easy, but someone had to do it!

In this post, you’ll learn about the history of Mexican food, the top 10 dishes you should try, the best foodie tours, and I’ll even list some of the best drinks. 

Here it goes. My guide to the best food in Mexico.

Information About Mexican Food

Mexican food is famous the world over, and for good reason. It’s full of flavor, color, and history. 

First of all, let’s draw the important distinction between food in Mexico and what you’ll find north of the border. Those hard-shell tacos with ground beef and gigantic burritos are tasty, but they’re Tex-Mex and not real Mexican cuisine.

The traditional food in Mexico is so well-known and respected that it made the UNESCO Intangible Cultural Heritage List. Along with traditional festivals like Day of the Dead and music such as mariachi, the cuisine is a defining element of Mexican culture.

As I mentioned, the cuisine of Mexico has a long and complex history. Let’s dive into that a bit and learn more about the food in Mexico.

History of Mexican Food

The history of Mexican cuisine dates back thousands of years to indigenous groups like the Maya. Their domestication of maize (corn) might be the single most important event in the history of this famous cuisine.

They began using the process of nixtamalization, which is when you cook corn in limewater then grind and dry it to create masa flour. This is where we get the all-important staple in the Mexican diet — the almighty tortilla.

Corn tortillas are a staple food in Mexico

At the time, people were hunter-gatherers. It wasn’t always easy getting meat for protein, so beans were very common, and they remain a staple in the local diet in Mexico to this day.

With the Spanish conquest came the introduction of many new foods to Mexico — rice, garlic, and spices such as cinnamon. They also introduced the idea of dairy products and meat from domesticated animals.

The Spanish brought slaves with them, which introduced elements of some Asian and African cuisines to Mexico. More recently, the influence of its neighbor to the north (the USA), with whom it shares a 2,000-mile border, can be seen. 

Main Ingredients of Mexican Food

As you might expect, corn is the main ingredient in Mexico. While both rice and wheat were brought to Mexico from abroad, the country has continued to favor corn one century after the next.

Whether it’s a stick of elote (Mexican street corn), a plate of yummy chilaquiles, or just a hot basket of tortillas served with dinner, there’s always corn on the table. It even comes in drink form, such as pozol or atole. 

Other vital ingredients in Mexican cuisine include beans and chili peppers. There are chilis of all shapes, colors, sizes, and heat levels here.

Although Mexican food has a reputation for being spicy, it’s not always muy picante. People use chilis to add flavor and not just for the spice factor. 

Avocados, tomatoes, squash, and cocoa are other important well-known native ingredients. Some you might not be familiar with include huitlacoche (a type of corn fungus) and nopal (a type of cactus).

In addition to tortillas, sauces are a vital part of a meal in Mexico. From enchiladas smothered in green salsa to chicken drenched in mole negro, there are tons of different sauces in Mexican cuisine.

There’s also the ubiquitous chili powder and hot sauce, which Mexicans seem to love putting on just about everything. Walk along the beach and you might be offered a mango covered in both. It seems a bit odd, but trust me when I say it’s delicious!

Traditional Mexican food items

Influences of Food in Mexico

You can see a wide range of influences from all corners of the globe in Mexican cuisine. There’s the obvious Spanish influence of course — a result of the conquest of the country in the 1500s. 

Originally, the Spanish conquistadores tried to recreate their diet from back home in the New World. They started growing rice, which is still a big part of the food in Mexico. 

More importantly, the introduction of the domestication of animals led to a big increase protein consumption through meat and cheese. It’s hard to imagine Mexican cuisine today without things like chorizo and Oaxaca cheese!

Fast forward to the 19th century, and Mexico saw many different waves of immigrants arriving. The Lebanese brought shawarma, which led to the creation of tacos al pastor. French food became popular with the upper class at this time, and Mexico soon adopted a taste for bread and sweets.

Of course, there’s also the obvious influence of the USA on food in Mexico. American chains are all over the place and are quite popular. Mexican street food has been Americanized as well, with plenty of vendors selling perros calientes (hot dogs) and hamurguesas. Of course, these come with jalapeños and hot sauce. This is still Mexico, after all!

Food in Mexico: 10 Dishes You Shouldn’t Miss

When traveling here, you can chow down on delicious Mexican street food or sit down in a restaurant. These range from simple, budget-friendly local joints up to world-renowned places where the waitlist is weeks long.

You could honestly plan your entire trip around eating and there would be absolutely nothing wrong with that — Mexico is (hands down) one of the best countries to travel for food. While there are numerous dishes you should try when you travel to Mexico, these are my top 10.

Tacos

Let’s start with the undisputed king of Mexican cuisine — the taco. There really is a taco truck on every corner here, and I don’t see a problem with that! 

A taco can be many different things in Mexico, but I’ll tell you what it’s not. It’s never a hard shell full of ground beef, lettuce, sour cream, and cheese (if you want that, you’ll have to head to a fast-food joint in the USA). In Mexico, if it has cheese on it then it’s a quesadilla, not a taco.

Typically, a real Mexican taco starts with two small, soft corn tortillas. Then comes the main filling, which can vary from carne asada (grilled meat) and frijoles (beans) to fried shrimp and spicy chorizo. The most common garnishes are diced white onion and cilantro, in addition to the various salsas and hot sauces that are typically on the table.

Tacos al pastor…my favourite!

When it comes to tacos, it’s hard to beat al pastor. This mouth-watering spit-grilled pork is the Mexican version of shawarma and it’s fantastic. You can find them all over the country, but nobody does it like Mexico City.

If you like eating tacos, then you’re going to love traveling in Mexico. You can usually get 4-5 tacos for $2 or less from street food vendors and local restaurants. Even gourmet tacos in nice restaurants won’t break the bank — affordable food is one of the many reasons why Mexico is one of the cheapest places to travel.

Mole

This next one is actually just a sauce. There are many different varieties of mole sauce, but the most famous is definitely mole poblano. This is known as the Mexican national dish, as it’s eaten on special occasions all over the country.

This dark sauce is composed of over 20 ingredients, with the most important being the chili pepper and chocolate. It sounds strange at first, but it’s actually a perfect mix that’s neither too sweet nor too spicy.

Mole sauce is commonly served over turkey, which is native to Mexico. These days mole dishes with chicken are quite popular as well. You usually get a side of rice to accompany it, with a plate usually setting you back $3-4 in a local restaurant. 

In case you were wondering, it’s pronounced “mol-eh,” not like the funny little mammal!

Mole is a must try in Mexico

Chiles en Nogada

This is definitely one of the coolest Mexican dishes out there. It’s a poblano chili stuffed with shredded meat cooked with fruits and spices. Then they pour a creamy walnut sauce on top along with some pomegranate seeds.

The result is a dish that’s bursting with flavor. People love eating this around Independence Day, as it has all three colors of the Mexican flag — green chili, white sauce, and red pomegranate. 

Chiles en nogada is only found on menus when pomegranates are in season. This is usually from late August until early January depending on the region. If this sounds like a dish you want to try, those 5 months might just be the best time to visit Mexico.

Chiles en nogada, a unique Mexican food

Pozole

This traditional soup is definitely one of the best dishes in Mexico. It’s made from hominy, which is a food made from dried corn kernels. 

You can order a bowl of pozole with different types of meat, with pork and chicken being the most popular. You can also just order it as it is if you’re looking for a vegetarian-friendly dish.

This is one of those dishes that’s very common all across Mexico. It’s definitely comfort food for Mexicans, who will likely tell you the best bowl can be found at their abuela‘s house.

If you don’t have a Mexican grandma, don’t worry — you can find pozole just about everywhere. A bowl of it usually only costs $2-3 and will keep you full for a while.

A bowl of pozole is more than just a dish, it’s an entire experience. As such, I’ll have more on it coming up later in this guide to the food in Mexico.

Pozole is a tasty food in Mexico

Huevos Rancheros

This famous Mexican dish means “Ranch-Style Eggs” and it can be found on menus all over the country. It consists of fried eggs served on tortillas covered with fresh salsa. It’s simple, filling, and delicious!

When you order a plate of Huevos Rancheros, you typically get some refried beans and/or Mexican rice on the side as well. If you’re lucky, you might even get a few slices of avocado. 

The salsa is typically red, but you can also order an interesting spin-off dish called Huevos Divorciados (Divorced Eggs). One egg has red salsa while the other has green, hence the name as they’re split up.

Huevos rancheros – breakfast of champions

Cochinita Pibil

This next item on our list is definitely one of the best dishes in Mexico. Cochinta pibil is a mouth-watering, slow-roasted pork dish from the Yucatan. Think pulled pork, only better. 

The key to getting this tender, juicy pork is marinating it in a very acidic citrus juice that is seasoned with annatto seeds. These come from the achiote tree that is native to Mexico and gives the dish its signature orange-ish color.

The name cochinta refers to a baby pig, so the traditional way to make this dish is with a suckling pig. Sometimes it’s just a pork loin, though. Meanwhile, pibil is a style of cooking where the meat is wrapped in banana leaf and cooked in a pit for several hours. 

It’s a lot of work, but the results are well worth it.

Cochinita pibil, a tasty meal in Mexico

As with most Mexican meals, cochinita pibil is typically served with a plate of fresh tortillas along with some rice and beans. It has a little kick but isn’t too spicy, and you can add your own heat with salsas and extra peppers.

You’ll find cochinita pibil from both street food vendors and fancy restaurants. Of course, the price can differ greatly depending on where you enjoy it! A few tacos will set you back a few bucks while a nice meal in a place with tablecloths could cost closer to $10.

Aguachile

There’s no doubt that Mexico is a country that loves its meat, but there are some amazing seafood dishes here as well. One of the best and most uniquely Mexican dishes is aguachile, which means “chile water.” 

As you may guess from the name, this is a spicy one. Basically, aguachile is raw shrimp that’s “cooked” in a mixture of lime juice, chili peppers, and salt. It’s kind of like ceviche, only quite a bit spicier and only made with shrimp.

There are several different styles of aguachile that range in their level of heat. Usually, verde (green) is the mildest option, and if you see diablo (devil) on the menu, well you can probably guess how hot that one is! 

Aguachile is typically served with some slices of onion and cucumber. Pile it up onto tortilla chips or crackers and dig in. A good way to counteract the heat is to order a side of avocado.

Since it’s a plate full of shrimps, this isn’t the cheapest dish. Even at a simple local joint, it costs $9-10 for a plate of aguachile. Sometimes you can just buy individual tostadas (toasted/fried tortilla) with the shrimp on top for $1-2.

If you can handle the heat, aguachile is a must try

Chilaquiles

When it comes to breakfast in Mexico, it’s hard to top chilaquiles. This classic Mexican dish is made with little fried triangles of tortillas, which are topped with green or red salsa. The truth is, it’s basically breakfast nachos!

To be clear, they don’t just dump a bag of chips on the plate. Usually, people take leftover tortillas from the day before and cut them up before lightly frying them. It’s the perfect way to use up those tortillas and make a tasty breakfast.

When you order chilaquiles, you can typically add toppings like eggs or chicken for an extra cost. On their own, they usually come with some crema, a bit of crumbled cheese, and the usual sides of pickled veggies and salsas. 

You can find chilaquiles on menus all over the country in establishments big and small. It’s a very typical dish in all areas of Mexico. This one will fill you up without emptying your wallet. A plate usually costs $3-5 depending on your toppings.

Chilaquiles, hangover breakfast!

Birria

This next one definitely needs to be on your “must eat” list for food in Mexico. Birria is a stew made from mutton or goat and it is incredibly delicious.

You can eat birria as a soup (they call it consome in Mexico), adding diced white onion, cilantro, salt, and salsas to your liking. It wouldn’t be a Mexican meal without tortillas, so you always have the option of assembling some tacos or just dipping the tortillas in the soup.

This classic Mexican dish hails from the state of Jalisco, so that’s where you’ll find the best stuff. In places like Guadalajara and the food trucks and restaurants in Puerto Vallarta, there are countless choices for getting your birria fix. 

If you’ve had a big night out partying, it’s worth it to get up in time to catch the birria tacos before they close. They take two tortillas, stuff them with birria, and fry them up so they’re nice and crispy. Get a few of these and dip them in the side of soup for an epic hangover cure.

Best of all, a couple of tacos with the soup will only set you back $2-3. You can also find a proper bowl of birria stew in nicer restaurants for $8-10.

Birria can be had as a soup or in a taco

Tamales

Last but certainly not least are tamales. This traditional Mexican dish is made from masa (corn flour). It’s stuffed with meat, cheese, vegetables, or fruit and then steamed in a corn husk or banana leaf. 

The result is a warm, soft, fluffy bed of deliciousness. The best kinds of tamales are the ones that are also served with fresh salsa. My mouth is watering right now just thinking about one!

Tamales are definitely one of the quintessential Mexican dishes and are found all over the country. People push carts around hawking their tamales early in the morning, as they’re usually eaten for breakfast. The sounds of the woman calling out “Tamales, tamales! Muy rico tamales!” is one of the few things that will get me out of bed early.

These aren’t just street food, though. You can buy tamales at the supermarket and also find them in restaurants. If you ask me, there’s never a bad time or place to eat a tamale! 

Tamales are a traditional and tasty food in Mexico

Traditional Food in Mexico

Many people travel to Mexico in hopes of eating traditional food. The good news is that this is very easy to do! Outside of tourist traps and gringo-friendly places like Señor Frogs, it’s not hard to find the real deal.

For some traditional Mexican cuisine, look no further than the street corner or the local market. This is where you’ll find crowds of locals huddled over countertops, sitting on plastic stools and stuffing their faces with cheap, authentic food.

As my dad advised me when I first traveled abroad on my own — “Find the places that are full of locals and eat there.” 

If you walk by a place that prominently features things like nachos and burritos on their menu, well then that’s not exactly traditional Mexican food. You’ll find these places in touristy areas like 5th Avenue in Playa del Carmen or the Malecon in Puerto Vallarta.

Tuck down a random side street to find the real stuff where locals eat.  

Top 3 Traditional Meals to Try in Mexico

We covered just ten of the best dishes in Mexico. I could go on and on about all the amazing things to eat there. That being said, there are a few that stand out above all the rest that you absolutely cannot miss. 

Tacos al Pastor

Whenever I have friends or family visit, the first thing we do is go to eat tacos al pastor. It’s one of those traditional Mexican dishes that you just have to try. 

No matter where I travel in Mexico, tacos al pastor are always there. As they say on the Netflix show “Taco Chronicles” – “Yo soy tu taco de siempre!” (I am your forever taco!). 

The best way to experience tacos al pastor is to find a local street food vendor or restaurant that specializes in making them. Order up all the tacos you want and watch the master at work as he carves the meat and adds a little pineapple wedge. It really is a thing of beauty!

Despite all the meat-heavy dishes in this post so far, vegetarians should be stoked on visiting Mexico as well. These days it’s not hard to find tacos al pastor that are made with soy instead of pork. I’m not a vegetarian myself but I do enjoy eating these from time to time and will say that they’re quite good!

Pozole

As I mentioned in the previous description, eating pozole really is an experience. It’s not just a bowl of soup that you sit down and eat. First, you have to craft your perfect bowl of pozole with all the various sides and condiments presented to you.

Alongside your bowl of pozole, you typically get some shredded cabbage, radishes, lime wedges, onions, and tostadas or tortilla chips. Fix it up the way you like, add your favorite salsa or hot sauce, and then smash up the tostadas into the soup.

Another reason this is a can’t-miss meal is that it’s just such an important, traditional food in Mexico. Seriously, people eat pozole all the time here. It’s one of those things that Mexicans miss about home when they travel. That’s why it’s a must when you travel to their country!

Menu del Dia

In restaurants all over Mexico, they offer a menu del dia (menu of the day). This changes every day of the week, but typically consists of a soup, a main course, an agua fresca (fresh drink), and a dessert. 

Around lunchtime, restaurants are packed with people filling up on the menu of the day. It’s always very filling and economical, costing only $3-4. 

Most places will offer several choices for their menu del dia, so you have lots of options. Usually, there will be a few meat options as well as at least one that’s seafood and another that’s vegetarian. 

Trying the menu of the day is also a great way to get introduced to Mexican dishes you may never have heard of. Sometimes you just have to take a leap of faith and try something totally new. It usually pays off in Mexico!

Street Food in Mexico

Street food is huge in Mexico, from big cities to small towns. You’re never too far away from a street-side taco vendor when traveling here.

In addition to tacos, typical street food includes things like tortas (sandwiches) and tostadas. These are things you can easily eat standing up in just a few bites. 

While some tourists are afraid to eat street food, I advise you to just go for it. In three years of traveling all over this country and eating street food everywhere I go, I’ve never once been sick from it. I’ve actually had some of the best food on street corners in Mexico.

Just look for places that are busy, and the turnover of food is fast (that way it’ll be fresh).

Best Cities for Mexican Street Food

While you can find street food all over the place, some do it better than others. Here are some of the best places to try street food in Mexico:

Mexico City

Not surprisingly, the capital is probably the best place to sample Mexican street food. With around 20 million people living in the metropolitan area, that’s a lot of mouths to feed! People here are also super busy, making street food very appealing.

Don’t miss the street food in Mexico City

You can honestly find street food everywhere in CDMX. Streets lined with high-rise office buildings are usually packed with street food vendors serving the working people on their lunch break.

If you want to try some street food without the chaos of the street, head into a market like Mercado de Coyoacan. This place has some seriously tasty street food at very cheap prices. Another option is to join a food tour and explore the best foodie places in the capital!

Puerto Vallarta

I’m a bit biased to Puerto Vallarta as it’s where I spend most of my time in Mexico, but the street food here really is fantastic. This is especially true if you’re like me and prefer seafood to meat.

This popular beach town has fish tacos, fresh ceviche, spicy aguachile, amazing molcajetes full of shrimp and octopus, and so much more. My personal favorite are marlin tacos. Marlin, the bacon of the sea! Try them at La Tia Mariscos and your life will never be the same.

Of course, you can still just as easily find tacos with carne asada (grilled meat) or chorizo (sausage) here. In a town that likes to party, it should come as no surprise that there’s plenty of late-night street food here as well, including greasy street hamburgers.

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Oaxaca

Another city known for its amazing street food is Oaxaca. Actually, this is just a great place to come for food in general. After all, it is the birthplace of mole.

Speaking of mole, you can try several different varieties of it and also buy the supplies to make your own in the local market here. Be sure to try enmoladas while you’re here. They’re basically enchiladas covered in mole sauce and they’re unreal!

I’ve eaten many a taco in the streets of Mexico, but I think the best I’ve ever had came in Oaxaca at a little street food stall called Lechoncito. These pork tacos are the stuff dreams, and the perfect way to soak up some of that mezcal.

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Best Food Tours in Mexico

It can be a little intimidating going into a local market or restaurant when traveling. This is especially true if you don’t really speak the language. That’s why food tours are a great option.

Here are three of the best food tours you can take in Mexico:

Mexico City Half-Day Original Markets and Street Food

This highly-rated tour visits three different markets in the capital. One of them is so secret that most locals don’t even know about it!

Along the way, you’ll have the chance to sample several different types of Mexican street food. Click here to book your spot on this awesome tour. It costs $54 per person and lasts for five hours.

Become Local for a Day in Oaxaca

This excellent Airbnb experience is the perfect introduction to all the delicious food of Oaxaca. By visiting 3 local markets, you’ll see all the common ingredients used in the local cuisine.

Be sure to come hungry for this one, as you’ll try upwards of 20 different dishes and drinks! At just $55 per person for a half-day tour, it’s a solid deal! Click here to make a reservation on Airbnb.

Vallarta Food Tours

If you’re traveling to Puerto Vallarta, be sure to check out one of the many tours with Vallarta Food Tours. They have several options to choose from, but I recommend starting with their original downtown tour — it’s one of the best things to do in Puerto Vallarta.

This is one of the top-rated food tours in the world on TripAdvisor and for good reason! In addition to trying several dishes and drinks, you’ll learn a lot about the culture and history of Mexican food.

If you’d rather join more of a booze tour with a side of food, check out their “Mex-Ology” tour. Along with the original tour, it’s one of the best tours in Puerto Vallarta. 

Must-Try Drinks in Mexico

You’ll need something to wash down all that delicious food in Mexico. Thankfully there are plenty of tasty drinks there as well, from a refreshing agua fresca (non-alcoholic beverages) to a smooth pour of tequila. 

Here are some of the best drinks in Mexico you should try:

Juice

Start your day off with a fresh glass of juice. There are endless varieties thanks to all the fresh fruit available here. Just look for signs that say “jugos” (juices) and pick your perfect combination. You can usually get a huge glass for $2.

Cafe de Olla

Coffee drinkers will definitely want to try cafe de olla. This traditional Mexican coffee is made in an earthen clay pot with cinnamon and cane sugar. It’s a bit sweet for my taste but I like it once in a while. At just $1 a cup or less, it’s certainly worth trying.

Atole

Another popular drink for the morning is atole. This thick drink is made from hot corn masa and tastes a bit like a bowl of oatmeal. I’m not the biggest fan to be honest but locals sure love it!

Agua Fresca

Sit down for lunch in any restaurant in Mexico, and the menu of the day is likely to include aguas frescas. Meaning “fresh water,” these are drinks made from fruits, cereals, or flowers blended with water and sugar. 

Some of the most common include jamaica (hibiscus flower), pepino limon (cucumber lime) and horchata. The last one is hard to explain, but it’s made from nuts and rice, and is creamy, sweet, and delicious.

Cervezas

Ready for a cold one? There are lots of good cervezas (beer) on tap in Mexico! From the mass-produced famous brands to small craft breweries, there are plenty of choices when it comes to beer in Mexico.

Mexico’s most famous beer is definitely Corona, as it’s the one you’ll find most often in other countries. Other popular local brands include Victoria, Modelo, Tecate, and my personal favorite, Pacifico.

While the light lagers are all the rage in Mexico, craft beer is on the rise here. This is especially true in Tijuana, Guadalajara, and Mexico City, where you have lots of choices for local craft brews. 

Micheladas

I’m a traditionalist and prefer to just drink my beer, but Mexicans sure love a michelada. This is basically a beer cocktail and there are a few versions. The simplest one is just lime juice and salt and is called a chelada.

Other variations add things like Worcestershire sauce or Clamato, an odd juice that’s a mix of tomato and clam. The result is basically a Bloody Mary but with beer instead of vodka.

Try a michelada!

Tequila and Mezcal

Ok, now it’s time for the strong stuff! I’m sure you’ve heard of tequila — one of Mexico’s most famous exports. But do you know about mezcal? Because the two go hand in hand…

You see, tequila is actually a type of mezcal. Sort of like how champagne is a kind of sparkling wine. Mezcal can be made from any agave plant, while tequila can only be made from blue agave.

Even after three years and many a glass of each, I’m not that good at explaining the difference. Go read this excellent article instead.

What I will tell you is that you’re not meant to down shots of tequila with salt and lime. That is, unless you’re an 18-year old Spring Breaker at Señor Frogs. Good tequila is meant to be sipped and enjoyed.

Typically, a shot of mezcal is served with a bit of chili salt and orange wedges. It’s the perfect complement to this uniquely Mexican booze. 

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Best Mexico Desserts

Mexicans definitely have a sweet tooth, as they enjoy drinks like cafe de olla and agua fresca. There are plenty of desserts in Mexico as well. 

As I mentioned, it’s common to have a dessert included with the menu of the day for lunch. There are also many bakeries, candy stores, and ice cream shops in Mexico.

Here are some of the best Mexican desserts you should try:

Churros

Another example of the lasting Spanish influence on food in Mexico is the churro. This pastry made of fried dough is covered with cinnamon and sugar and is sometimes stuffed with dulce de leche or chocolate. 

Churros are very popular in Mexico and can often be found in parks and on street corners in the evening. It only costs $2 or so for an order so go ahead and share with friends!

Try some churros for dessert

Flan

I know it doesn’t sound very Mexican, but flan is a very common dessert here. Even the fish taco joint down my street has flan. The Spanish also brought this jiggly morsel full of sugar to Mexico. Some of their foods may not have stuck, but dessert sure did!

Marquesitas

This next one is a very Mexican dessert. Marquesitas are grilled crepes that are then stuffed with toppings of your choice. The most common are cream cheese, chocolate, jam, and Nutella. 

These hail from the Yucatan Peninsula and can be found on street corners all over from Merida down to Bacalar. They’re only $2-3 and are absolutely delicious. Perhaps too delicious!

When Do Mexicans Eat?

Mealtimes in Mexico are pretty standard. During the week, most people eat a quick breakfast early in the morning before heading off to work or school. There are always plenty of vendors out in the mornings selling things like juice, coffee, tamales, or tacos de canasta (basket tacos).

Lunch comes in the middle of the day and is usually the biggest meal during the week. Remember when I mentioned the menu del dia? That’s what most people eat for lunch — a soup, main, dessert, and drink.

After a busy day, dinner is typically a smaller meal. I definitely enjoy the Mexican way of eating where you have a bigger meal for lunch and a lighter one for dinner.

Of course, this all goes out the window on the weekend or holidays. People will enjoy a large brunch on these days or have a barbecue with friends and family. Whenever there’s a fiesta, there’s a lot of food on the table!

☞ SEE ALSO: Where to Stay in Playa del Carmen – A Neighbourhood and Accommodation Guide

Best Restaurants in Mexico

This list could be massive, but here are 3 standout restaurants in Mexico you won’t want to miss.

Pujol

Address: Tennyson 133, Polanco, Mexico City

Phone Number: +52 55 5545 4111

Web: Visit Website

Renowned Mexican Chef Enrique Olvera runs this restaurant in the capital’s swanky Polanco neighborhood. He takes traditional street food and puts a unique and gourmet spin on things. They offer 7-course tasting menus and an innovative taco bar here. 

Pujol has been on the Top 50 list for several years running now. Be sure to call or reserve online in advance so as not to be disappointed. 

Quintonil

Address: Av. Isaac Newton 55, Polanco, Mexico City

Phone Number: +52 55 5280 1660

Web: Visit Site

Just down the street is the only other Mexican restaurant to crack the Top 50 list in 2019, Quintonil. As a matter of fact, Chef Jorge Vallejo even worked at Pujol before starting this place.

The menu here focuses on fresh, seasonal ingredients. They even grow many of the ingredients on site on their urban garden. Be sure to bring a group so you can try one of their epic seasonal menus.

Pangea

Address: Av. del Roble 660, Valle del Campestre, Monterrey

Phone Number: +52 81 8114 6601

Web: Visit Site

Mexico City isn’t the only place that gets to have amazing fine dining experiences! Actually, Pangea in Monterrey topped the list of 120 best restaurants in Mexico in 2019.

This excellent restaurant is run by Chef Guillermo González Beristaín. Combining modern French cooking styles with fresh local ingredients, he and his team put together some incredible 7-course tasting menus here. 

Ready for All The Food in Mexico?!

If you made it all the way to the end of the guide, congratulations! You are now basically an expert on food in Mexico. As you can see, there’s a lot more to Mexican cuisine than just tacos.

I hope this guide has inspired you to sample as much local food as possible when you visit Mexico, whether it’s on the street corner, in the local market, or at a fancy restaurant.

Have you traveled to Mexico and have some great recommendations on specific dishes or restaurants? Leave a comment below and let us hear them!

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As Mayor Pete Buttigieg kickstarts his campaign to win over African-American voters who are skeptical of his spotty track record on issues of concern to black communities—or who are entirely unfamiliar with him at all—the millennial mayor is returning to one of the touchstones of his early campaign: his faith.“It's not for nothing that a lot of my experiences even back home addressing black voters, specifically, is in church,” Buttigieg recently told reporters aboard his campaign bus in New Hampshire, in response to a question about what “clicks” with African-American audiences. “Knowing how important an organizing principle faith is in so many black families, in so many parts of the black community.”Buttigieg, more than any other candidate seeking the Democratic nomination, has emphasized his identity as a Christian as part of his appeal to voters who, at first glance, might not feel like they have a lot in common with the white millennial mayor from the Midwest. In a series of appearances in front of predominantly black audiences across the American South this week, Buttigieg frequently leaned into his Episcopalian faith as a way to connect with black voters who have been, until recently, an afterthought for his campaign.“I believe that I am here to make myself useful—that I am part of this political process to make myself useful, but also that I was put on this Earth in order to make myself useful to others,” Buttigieg told a largely black congregation during Sunday services at Greenleaf Christian Church in Goldsboro, North Carolina. “These are the values that I was taught by my parents. These are the values that I’m taught by my faith.”The appearance at Greenleaf, which was founded by formerly enslaved people and has served as a hub for civil rights activism under the Rev. William J. Barber II, kicked off a week of events, policy launches and advertising spots intended to boost his support among non-white voters. The next day, Buttigieg held a meet-and-greet in Allendale, South Carolina, a town where three-quarters of residents are black and which hasn’t seen a Democratic candidate for president since John Edwards campaigned there in 2008. Allendale Democratic Party Chair Willa Jennings began the event with a question about his lack of support among black voters.“I hear a lot about how you don’t have support from African-Americans… I just want to know why they’re saying that about you,” Jennings asked in front of the 50-person audience, much smaller in size than Buttigieg’s recent rallies in Iowa and New Hampshire. Buttigieg responded that while it’s important for him to earn the support of black voters, he’s “new on the scene,” and doesn’t expect communities that have been “taken for granted” by other Democratic candidates to grant him their trust so easily.“We’ve got to share our own city’s story, where we’ve had the good, the bad, and the in-between,” Buttigieg said.The week-long outreach itinerary also included the release of a “health equity” plan intended to boost health-care access and treatment quality for patients of color and other at-risk communities; a business round-table with community leaders in Birmingham, Alabama; and a tour of South Carolina State University, the only public historically black college and university in the state, to visit the Orangeburg Massacre Monument, which commemorates the shooting of three young black men protesting a segregated bowling alley by South Carolina Highway Patrol officers. Buttigieg also dropped his first statewide television ad in South Carolina. The spot, part of a $2 million ad buy, begins with Buttigieg quoting scripture, and features B-roll of him speaking to largely black voters and supporters.“In our White House, you won’t have to shake your head and ask yourself, whatever happened to ‘I was hungry and you fed me, I was a stranger and you welcomed me’?” Buttigieg says in the ad, quoting Matthew 25:35.Buttigieg has emphasized his Episcopalian faith since the outset of his candidacy, alternately to welcome religious voters who have felt neglected by Democrats or to highlight what he sees as the theological hypocrisy of Christian evangelicals who support President Donald Trump.“I think good faith is so important,” Buttigieg told The Daily Beast in a conversation about his relationship with Vice President Mike Pence in March. “Even when I have a very stark disagreement with somebody, it’s just a lot easier on both sides I think for us to navigate it if we both understand where the other is coming from, and believe that those different opinions are something we came by honestly.”Rep. André Carson, an Indiana Democrat and the sole black member of the state’s congressional delegation, told The Daily Beast that Buttigieg’s approach to black voters is a strong one. “African-Americans form the backbone of the Democratic Party—in Indiana and across America. Our community’s ongoing commitment to social justice and civil rights has and should serve as a moral compass as the party continues to move in a progressive direction,” Carson told The Daily Beast. While noting that he has not yet endorsed any candidate for president, Carson said that he believes Buttigieg “recognizes and appreciates this legacy,” and hopes he continues to “build bridges to heal the divides that exist.”“All candidates should prioritize achieving greater understanding of issues that impact African-Americans and other minority groups,” Carson said.No Democratic candidate has won the party’s nomination without winning a majority of African-Americans in more than three decades, and black voters are a key demographic in several must-win general election states like Michigan, North Carolina and Pennsylvania.Polling indicates that Buttigieg has his work cut out for him. His polling numbers among African-American likely voters in South Carolina are infinitesimal, according to a recent Quinnipiac survey that showed him with the support of zero percent of black respondents. Buttigieg’s campaign has been quick to point out that nearly half of African-Americans told pollsters that they hadn’t heard enough about the mayor of Indiana’s fourth-largest city, and Buttigieg himself has noted that no candidate aside from former Vice President Joe Biden has yet been able to build the kind of diverse coalition Democrats say they need to beat Trump.With these obstacles to support, faith could be a useful method to introduce him as a candidate, particularly as a gay candidate. A Politico/Morning Consult poll published in October found that more voters are wary of supporting a gay candidate than almost any other minority group, with the exception of an atheist, although Buttigieg has aggressively pushed back on the notion that homophobia could be at the root of his lack of support in black communities.“If you look at look at the most anti-LGBT politicians and policies in recent years, [it’s] mostly white voters bringing them to power,” Buttigieg told reporters on his campaign bus last month.Barber, the pastor at Greenleaf Christian Church, similarly urged the white people in attendance at Sunday services to “stop putting that on black folk,” calling the idea that African-Americans are disproportionately homphobic a “false narrative that was created by the National Organization for Marriage to separate people.”“There’s some phobia among all folks,” Barber preached.There’s no guarantee that black voters will flock to Buttigieg once they become more familiar with his much-touted biography—particularly since some aspects of those biography have complicated his outreach to black voters so far. From the long history of tensions between law enforcement and black residents in South Bend to Buttigieg’s past statements about minority public school students lacking academic role models, which prompted a highly read piece in The Root titled “Pete Buttigieg Is a Lying MF.” (Buttigieg later called the author of that piece, who said of that conversation that “Pete Buttigieg listened, which is all you can ask a white man to do.”)To some black lawmakers, however, Buttigieg’s late outreach comes off as borderline desperate.“He is trying to get every single black person he can think of,” said Rep. Marcia Fudge (D-OH), when asked about Buttigieg’s outreach to the Congressional Black Caucus. “He acts as though he’s never interacted with black people. He represents a city that is 26 percent black.”Even Buttigieg’s mostly white supporters have started publicly fretting about his anemic support among black voters. At a barn party in central New Hampshire last month, one white supporter asked Buttigieg how he planned to “get beyond white New Hampshire, white Iowa” and address the concerns of black voters to build the coalition.Those weaknesses have prompted opponents like former HUD Secretary Julián Castro and Sen. Cory Booker to blast Buttigieg’s lack of black support as disqualifying in and of itself—and even some of his most prominent black supporters have found themselves facing accusations that they’re being used as pawns by the candidate. A thread calling Buttigieg’s travelling press secretary Nina Smith “his token black woman” has been retweeted by numerous liberal critics of the mayor, and an event held by black Buttigieg supporters in South Bend on Wednesday descended into chaos when a group of Black Lives Matter activists turned up.“Where are the black leaders who don’t have three-piece suits, leather jackets, and nice clothing?” a white man in a Black Lives Matter T-shirt yelled at the event, interrupting South Bend Common Council member Sharon McBride, who had just returned from joining Buttigieg at campaign events in South Carolina “to be a witness” to his work on behalf of black constituents.“Who chose these people as black leaders?” the man asked, before seizing the microphone from McBride and saying that he wanted to hear “from a real black woman.”The man was later removed from the event, but not until an older woman in attendance threateningly raised her cane to quell his protest.Buttigieg, who was not in attendance, told reporters that the incident “shows kind of where politics has come to.”“This is the climate that we’re in, and we need to continue making sure that everyone is empowered to speak their truth, their experience, and in particular, when it comes to South Bend’s story,” he said.Read more at The Daily Beast.Get our top stories in your inbox every day. 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As Mayor Pete Buttigieg kickstarts his campaign to win over African-American voters who are skeptical of his spotty track record on issues of concern to black communities—or who are entirely unfamiliar with him at all—the millennial mayor is returning to one of the touchstones of his early campaign: his faith.“It's not for nothing that a lot of my experiences even back home addressing black voters, specifically, is in church,” Buttigieg recently told reporters aboard his campaign bus in New Hampshire, in response to a question about what “clicks” with African-American audiences. “Knowing how important an organizing principle faith is in so many black families, in so many parts of the black community.”Buttigieg, more than any other candidate seeking the Democratic nomination, has emphasized his identity as a Christian as part of his appeal to voters who, at first glance, might not feel like they have a lot in common with the white millennial mayor from the Midwest. In a series of appearances in front of predominantly black audiences across the American South this week, Buttigieg frequently leaned into his Episcopalian faith as a way to connect with black voters who have been, until recently, an afterthought for his campaign.“I believe that I am here to make myself useful—that I am part of this political process to make myself useful, but also that I was put on this Earth in order to make myself useful to others,” Buttigieg told a largely black congregation during Sunday services at Greenleaf Christian Church in Goldsboro, North Carolina. “These are the values that I was taught by my parents. These are the values that I’m taught by my faith.”The appearance at Greenleaf, which was founded by formerly enslaved people and has served as a hub for civil rights activism under the Rev. William J. Barber II, kicked off a week of events, policy launches and advertising spots intended to boost his support among non-white voters. The next day, Buttigieg held a meet-and-greet in Allendale, South Carolina, a town where three-quarters of residents are black and which hasn’t seen a Democratic candidate for president since John Edwards campaigned there in 2008. Allendale Democratic Party Chair Willa Jennings began the event with a question about his lack of support among black voters.“I hear a lot about how you don’t have support from African-Americans… I just want to know why they’re saying that about you,” Jennings asked in front of the 50-person audience, much smaller in size than Buttigieg’s recent rallies in Iowa and New Hampshire. Buttigieg responded that while it’s important for him to earn the support of black voters, he’s “new on the scene,” and doesn’t expect communities that have been “taken for granted” by other Democratic candidates to grant him their trust so easily.“We’ve got to share our own city’s story, where we’ve had the good, the bad, and the in-between,” Buttigieg said.The week-long outreach itinerary also included the release of a “health equity” plan intended to boost health-care access and treatment quality for patients of color and other at-risk communities; a business round-table with community leaders in Birmingham, Alabama; and a tour of South Carolina State University, the only public historically black college and university in the state, to visit the Orangeburg Massacre Monument, which commemorates the shooting of three young black men protesting a segregated bowling alley by South Carolina Highway Patrol officers. Buttigieg also dropped his first statewide television ad in South Carolina. The spot, part of a $2 million ad buy, begins with Buttigieg quoting scripture, and features B-roll of him speaking to largely black voters and supporters.“In our White House, you won’t have to shake your head and ask yourself, whatever happened to ‘I was hungry and you fed me, I was a stranger and you welcomed me’?” Buttigieg says in the ad, quoting Matthew 25:35.Buttigieg has emphasized his Episcopalian faith since the outset of his candidacy, alternately to welcome religious voters who have felt neglected by Democrats or to highlight what he sees as the theological hypocrisy of Christian evangelicals who support President Donald Trump.“I think good faith is so important,” Buttigieg told The Daily Beast in a conversation about his relationship with Vice President Mike Pence in March. “Even when I have a very stark disagreement with somebody, it’s just a lot easier on both sides I think for us to navigate it if we both understand where the other is coming from, and believe that those different opinions are something we came by honestly.”Rep. André Carson, an Indiana Democrat and the sole black member of the state’s congressional delegation, told The Daily Beast that Buttigieg’s approach to black voters is a strong one. “African-Americans form the backbone of the Democratic Party—in Indiana and across America. Our community’s ongoing commitment to social justice and civil rights has and should serve as a moral compass as the party continues to move in a progressive direction,” Carson told The Daily Beast. While noting that he has not yet endorsed any candidate for president, Carson said that he believes Buttigieg “recognizes and appreciates this legacy,” and hopes he continues to “build bridges to heal the divides that exist.”“All candidates should prioritize achieving greater understanding of issues that impact African-Americans and other minority groups,” Carson said.No Democratic candidate has won the party’s nomination without winning a majority of African-Americans in more than three decades, and black voters are a key demographic in several must-win general election states like Michigan, North Carolina and Pennsylvania.Polling indicates that Buttigieg has his work cut out for him. His polling numbers among African-American likely voters in South Carolina are infinitesimal, according to a recent Quinnipiac survey that showed him with the support of zero percent of black respondents. Buttigieg’s campaign has been quick to point out that nearly half of African-Americans told pollsters that they hadn’t heard enough about the mayor of Indiana’s fourth-largest city, and Buttigieg himself has noted that no candidate aside from former Vice President Joe Biden has yet been able to build the kind of diverse coalition Democrats say they need to beat Trump.With these obstacles to support, faith could be a useful method to introduce him as a candidate, particularly as a gay candidate. A Politico/Morning Consult poll published in October found that more voters are wary of supporting a gay candidate than almost any other minority group, with the exception of an atheist, although Buttigieg has aggressively pushed back on the notion that homophobia could be at the root of his lack of support in black communities.“If you look at look at the most anti-LGBT politicians and policies in recent years, [it’s] mostly white voters bringing them to power,” Buttigieg told reporters on his campaign bus last month.Barber, the pastor at Greenleaf Christian Church, similarly urged the white people in attendance at Sunday services to “stop putting that on black folk,” calling the idea that African-Americans are disproportionately homphobic a “false narrative that was created by the National Organization for Marriage to separate people.”“There’s some phobia among all folks,” Barber preached.There’s no guarantee that black voters will flock to Buttigieg once they become more familiar with his much-touted biography—particularly since some aspects of those biography have complicated his outreach to black voters so far. From the long history of tensions between law enforcement and black residents in South Bend to Buttigieg’s past statements about minority public school students lacking academic role models, which prompted a highly read piece in The Root titled “Pete Buttigieg Is a Lying MF.” (Buttigieg later called the author of that piece, who said of that conversation that “Pete Buttigieg listened, which is all you can ask a white man to do.”)To some black lawmakers, however, Buttigieg’s late outreach comes off as borderline desperate.“He is trying to get every single black person he can think of,” said Rep. Marcia Fudge (D-OH), when asked about Buttigieg’s outreach to the Congressional Black Caucus. “He acts as though he’s never interacted with black people. He represents a city that is 26 percent black.”Even Buttigieg’s mostly white supporters have started publicly fretting about his anemic support among black voters. At a barn party in central New Hampshire last month, one white supporter asked Buttigieg how he planned to “get beyond white New Hampshire, white Iowa” and address the concerns of black voters to build the coalition.Those weaknesses have prompted opponents like former HUD Secretary Julián Castro and Sen. Cory Booker to blast Buttigieg’s lack of black support as disqualifying in and of itself—and even some of his most prominent black supporters have found themselves facing accusations that they’re being used as pawns by the candidate. A thread calling Buttigieg’s travelling press secretary Nina Smith “his token black woman” has been retweeted by numerous liberal critics of the mayor, and an event held by black Buttigieg supporters in South Bend on Wednesday descended into chaos when a group of Black Lives Matter activists turned up.“Where are the black leaders who don’t have three-piece suits, leather jackets, and nice clothing?” a white man in a Black Lives Matter T-shirt yelled at the event, interrupting South Bend Common Council member Sharon McBride, who had just returned from joining Buttigieg at campaign events in South Carolina “to be a witness” to his work on behalf of black constituents.“Who chose these people as black leaders?” the man asked, before seizing the microphone from McBride and saying that he wanted to hear “from a real black woman.”The man was later removed from the event, but not until an older woman in attendance threateningly raised her cane to quell his protest.Buttigieg, who was not in attendance, told reporters that the incident “shows kind of where politics has come to.”“This is the climate that we’re in, and we need to continue making sure that everyone is empowered to speak their truth, their experience, and in particular, when it comes to South Bend’s story,” he said.Read more at The Daily Beast.Get our top stories in your inbox every day. Sign up now!Daily Beast Membership: Beast Inside goes deeper on the stories that matter to you. Learn more.

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