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It’s Time To Tune In


Give me a "Q" Give me a "U" Give me an "E" Give me another "E" Give me an "N" What does that spell? "QUEEN!" Did you spell it with enthusiasm? Did you spell it thinking of yourself as the object of the cheer or was there another woman that came to mind? *Kindly replace with "KING" for our male readers.   Are you your own greatest cheerleader? Are you lending a voice to the praises, the compliments, the positivity that swirls around you? After all if you have started to be careful little eyes what you see, be careful little feet where you go...

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Be Careful Little Legs Where You Go


Have you ever noticed how over time you start using the same words and phrases as those you talk to the most? Have you ever found yourself mirroring the gestures of your closest colleagues and acquaintances? Or perhaps falling back on familiar logic or information to buttress your point during an argument? What about cooking food with the goal of making it look and taste just how a parent or guardian used to make it when you were growing up? Most likely. After all, it is very hard to be in a place and not...

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Be Careful Little Eyes What You See


Social media can be equal parts wonderful and worrisome. It introduces one to a much bigger and broader world that exists outside our own. It ushers our target markets right to our fingertips, keeps us abreast on daily happenings and it provides encouragement, inspiration and humour from millions of miles away. On the other hand, social media can foster comparison, it may fan insecurities and feelings of inadequacy individuals already possess and struggle with. Social media really is what you make it. Where you are (mentally, emotionally, etc.) and how you structure your account and...

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Every Little Thing Is Gonna Be Alright

Woman lying on a lounger by the pool at the hotel. Girl at travel spa resort pool. Summer luxury vacation.

  ‘If it is not going to matter in 5 years do not worry about it for more than 5 minutes.’   I came across this phrase about 29 months ago and fell in love. In the past I had a tendency to worry about things. I define worry as ‘obsessing over a particular situation and considering for an immense amount of time possible outcomes (mostly negative) and how they might affect one. This activity is accompanied by inaction and other symptoms: tense shoulders, tight jaw, getting lost in one’s thoughts, and an inability to live in the present...

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My Single Story (Part 1): Snowstorms and an Awareness of the Colour Black


'I’m done with this town! I’m done with this school! I’m done with this toxic environment. I cannot stand the negativity or the racism.' This was my closing argument when I decided to transfer universities after two years in the middle of nowhere, USA. I was tired of people commenting on what “good English” I spoke, especially because “good English” is not proper English. Every time they said it the editor within me cringed a little more. I was tired of being reduced to a colour - black. I was also tired of them asking me...

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A New Year Mantra

A photo by Leo Rivas-Micoud.

You are barely a week old You have so much more to grow So much further to go So much more to show You can still rise up fearless Still stand tall and bold . . You are barely a week old And I already know That you will be beautiful You will be strong You will do a lot right And maybe a few things wrong . . And this is okay too For every day is new It is a chance to prove That it is not about the battles you lose . . For even after a loss You are still uniquely you . . It is about standing tall And giving it your all About rising up After every fall . . It...

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Once Upon a December Too


"Bubbles lets have a fresh start. I'm going to come in a day early for the reunion. We really have a lot to talk about. And decide."   I shook my head to still the frantic butterflies and began to think back on how far we had come. Or rather, how far I had come since Anton. My mind went back to when we first met…   It was the summer of 2006 and I decided to do summer school instead of heading off to Europe with my friends. That was when I met him. Best and worst decision...

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Till Death Do Us Part (3 of 3)


The church was beautifully decorated. The white and pink lilies strewn all down the aisle filled the air with a sweet scent. The pews were filled with loved ones and friends. The piano played softly in the background.   I held my long flowing gown in my right hand and the cordless microphone in my left. My eyes welled with tears. I was overcome with emotions. I looked out at the sea of guests, dressed in pale pretty colors. I let my own lilac dress pool around my feet as I used the back of my hand...

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Patience My Dear: Your Bus is Coming


It was 6:35 p.m. on Market Street in Manchester. I was sat at the bus stop waiting for the 62 that would drop me a quarter mile from Granny’s house. I had a lot of bags and very little patience. I had been out all day and just wanted to get home, have a bowl of rib and dumpling soup, and relax. The West Indies was playing India that evening and I had promised Grandad I would watch the cricket with him. I had things to do and the bus was already 7 minutes later...

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Square Dancin’ My Way to the Top


I don’t remember what class it was, but somewhere during my pre-teen days we were taught to square dance. You must understand that my middle school class consisted of 26 students, with about 18 countries of origin between us all. We were a diverse and spirited young group, with teachers who introduced us to all sorts of off the wall things – including square dancing. I liked excitedly screaming out the “do-si-do” (pronounced 'dough-see-dough') part, but generally disliked square dancing.   Besides the fact that I abhor organized dance, I think I particularly disliked this one because...

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