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Heavy is the Head that Wears the Crown

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  I could not believe it had already been a year. Time had flown so quickly. As I sat down for hair and make up I flipped through my photo album on my iPhone. Gosh, I was stunning. I had an angelic face, a slender gracefully toned body which I had showcased in cultural attire, bathing suits, and all kinds of high end clothing. My smile was perfect too. Although I couldn’t really take all the credit for that, or my body if I was being honest, but it was mine so therefore I was the...

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The Audition for a New Life

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Natasha was nervous. This was unusual for her. Her palms were sweaty, her make-up felt like it was caking and her armpits were prickly. She had given countless presentations to boardrooms full of corporate execs. She had commanded the room and convinced those of the worth of what she was saying. She could accredit her extreme career rise from intern to junior associate in record time to the fact that they bought into almost every pitch and presentation she made. The company recognized Natasha's talent, increasingly gave her more responsibility and as she succeeded and progressed...

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Chase Your Dreams

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Shout it from the mountain tops But whisper it in the congregation The purpose is not validation And popular opinion does not grant accreditation . Sing it to your soul in the early morn Feed it with dedication But hasten not to take out adverts It needs no orientation . Build the dream not the team Close your ears to the naysayers Tick the items off your list Open your heart to the prayers . You can achieve Even when it feels crowded The vision will become clear Even though initially shrouded . Don’t let distractions prevail Don’t pick up the heaviness Dig a little deeper within Soon you will strike success . Do what your heart tells you Build what...

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Once Upon a December’s End (Part 3 of 3)

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As I descended from the plane my tummy tightened. His butterflies were on speed; weaving and bobbing all in my belly. Anton had asked me to send my flight schedule and even though it had been 7 years I knew him well enough to know he would want to be involved in my arrival somehow. He liked to control situations and create moments. It was one of the things I first loved and later hated about him. As I got my travel case from baggage claim, I laughed as I heard Michael’s voice teasing me...

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Once Upon a December Too

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"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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Once Upon a December (Part 1)

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December's phone vibrated in her bag. Two sharp vibrations. This was the notification she had set for her old personal email. She barely got messages on there after all. With an address like 'DecemberDarling1906@me.com' she didn’t expect messages from there. She had come a long way since her childish carefree teenage years where she dotted her i's with hearts and used playful terminology across social media platforms.   She adeptly maneuvered her SUV into her parking space in front of her apartment complex, put the car in park, and fished into her dark leather tote bag. She...

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Till Death Do Us Part (2)

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Eventually I identified the continuous thud as someone knocking on my front door. I hurriedly checked my phone and realized I had three missed calls – all from TJ. That’s what the beeping noise had been - call waiting. The blood drained from my face and my heart started racing. TJ hated to be kept waiting. I leaped off the bed and raced for the front door…   “Good morning darling,” I nervously chirped as I yanked open the door. TJ was standing there in khaki shorts and a white button down shirt impatiently tapping his leg.   “Hey...

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Beautiful, Strip Away the Labels

Y O U .  A R E  .  N O T  .  P  R E T T Y You are not tall You are not ugly You are not small - You are not white You are not black You are not slow You are not 'fast' - You are not loose You are not uptight You are not out of mind Nor are you out of sight - You are not skinny You are not fat…or phat…or fatt You are not sexy You are not 'all that' - You are not the sh*t You are not a b*tch You are not a stepping-stone A building block A some-thing to own - You are not classy Nor are you last season You are...

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