I was 8 years-old, standing in my Granny's kitchen, a fresh batch of her mouth-watering biscuits on the counter. She grabs one, slices it in half, puts a big pat of butter on it, and hands it to me.


"Oh Granny, thank you, but could I have one without butter?" I ask. She smiles, cuts open another hot biscuit, and puts on half a pat of butter. 


"Oh, um, thank you, but  could I have one with no butter? I  don't really like butter." I say. She smiles, cuts open another biscuit, but just before she hands it to me; she stops to spread a thin layer of butter on the top of the biscuit. 


"No, Granny, I meant no butter at all, I don't like butter." I say again, confused.


She looks at me quizzically, "What do you mean you don't like butter? How can you have a biscuit without butter?"

Some people want biscuits without butter, some people want to get married without religion.


Everyone should have a choice. 


“We are all a little weird and life’s a little weird, and when we find someone whose weirdness is compatible with ours, we join up with them and fall in mutual weirdness and call it love.” 

-Dr. Suess

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Biscuits Without Butter, A Story of Secularism In the South