Category: Food For Thought

Favorite Color

My favorite color  Used to be red. How easy it was to swipe the shade Across my lips And pull it over my head To hug my body.  But they didn’t like that color on me Only liked to see the dress On their bedroom floor instead.        They  convinced me all the time   I started…

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Pillow Talk

His mattress was on the floor, two pillows dressed up his bed. It gave off the potential of an artist but it looked like he was pretending. He never asked me if I liked his place, probably because he knew that even with my falsity to it all, he could still tell I was lying.…

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The Art Of Privacy

On the most recent episode of the Fox comedy Call Me Kat, I was truly able to empathize with Randi (played by Kyla Pratt) and her reasoning behind not wanting Carter (Julian Gant) to know her middle name. I, too, have anxiety letting others know everything about me. And even though telling someone your middle…

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On seeing through the fog…

In a city like Boulder, Colorado, a town I lived in for 11 years, where they boast that the sun shines nearly 300 days a week, it’s always a little strange when you can’t see the mountains behind the clouds. And, then, it’s such a revelation when they begin to lift and expose the glorious…

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For This New Year

I want to live. I want to have that kind of life that I’ve always wanted. The kind that I can tell my fifteen-year-old self it was worth going through what I had to go through to get here. I want to be happy. The kind of happy that makes others uncomfortable. To wonder how…

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The Secret Garden

“If you look the right way, you can see that the whole world is a garden.” Frances Hodgson Burnett, The Secret Garden The Secret Garden by Frances Hodgson Burnett continues to be a favorite book that I have gone back to reread about three times already. Published in 1911 in England, this children’s book has…

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What Does It Truly Mean To Be Single?

BY: Rochelle Jones Single. The word itself packs a double-sided punch. There’s a sense of pride and excitement about being single. You’re independent; you don’t have to make decisions based on others. There are no birthdays, anniversaries, family gatherings, or holidays to stress over with your significant other. You have total authority over your own…

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So… Hustle Culture…

“Time is money”. “They’re sleeping while you’re working”. “You gotta hustle hard”. “It’s time to rise and grind”. “The hustle never stops”. “You can’t sleep for 8 hours, that’s for poor people”. “Don’t have fun in your twenties, just grind and enjoy the fruits of your labor in your forties”. “We all have the same…

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Why I Kill

People ask me why I take pleasure in killing men. What is it about the crime that makes my toes curl, my eyes darken? Why do I enjoy taking their power away, the one thing that makes them men? Why do I crave their blood, feast on their pain, thirst their screams and their heartless,…

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My Battle with Anxiety

TW: I don’t recommend anyone reading this in an anxious state, come back later love. I was at work, I sat in my office chair and looked over the day’s invoices I had to finish. The night before I slept three to four hours after returning from a rowdy night from the bar with friends.…

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A Woman, Like Me, Must Write

I’m aware of what they think of me. I’m aware of what they say. I’m used to the degradation, the belittlement, the constant criticism of my ways. I’m a woman of stature, but of course, men don’t like confident girls, girls who are too sure of themselves. Confidence is sexy to many, but a woman…

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We Don’t Need You

One of the worst things a man can do is underestimate the capabilities of a woman. Some men despise a woman’s ability to call them out on their bullshit. They shrink like little boys at a rally because their ego can’t handle the truth. But in order not to let the truth be told, they…

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I Don’t Believe in Love

The girl’s hands tightened as the question she pondered over was said. However, once the question left her mouth, a thickened silence had fallen over both her and the boy who stood in front of her. She knew this was going to happen. The girl had been in this situation many times before, and all…

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