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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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The Sisterhood of Suits & Stilettos


I once read an article that burned down the corporate ladder principle in favour of a jungle gym. It posited that the road to professional success was less about clearly defined rungs reaching up to the sky, as it was about bars moving both vertically and horizontally which you climb in your own unique design. Even in such a short time my definition of success has changed, evolved, and expanded to agree with this jungle gym theory. The longer we work the more we realize that our definitions of success are flexible and adaptable –...

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A Token For Your Troubles


My stomach flopped and then sank as I let out a deep sigh. I dug into my favourite green wallet and then my red handbag looking in every single compartment of both leather goods for the second time. It was absolutely nowhere to be found. I had lost it and therefore couldn’t carry out any of the transactions I needed to. I leaned back on the headboard and surveyed the mess my room had become. The contents of my handbag were strewn across the bed, the sheets were untucked and I'd tossed my throw pillows onto...

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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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Eenie Meenie Miny Me!


The invitations are out The firewood is in She's bout to lay down So please come in Come with your needs Come with your wants Make sure you come needy Because she can only do this once   Gather around Make sure you are alert Get ready to take your pound of flesh She knows it will hurt She's braced herself She's ready for the final fall So come one Kindly come all   You can arrive whenever She will never say 'no' As long as she can respond There's still a chance to catch the glow Have a seat Or stand up close Livestream on social media Anything goes   The bonfire will be large It shall be a blaze of glory Cuz she's throwing everything on the...

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Desperate in the Oasis (part 4)


“Please Jasmine, just let me explain,” Laurent begged, desperately.   Laurent closed the gap between them and picked up the broken shards from the bowl that had fallen when Jasmine tripped. She stowed them safely under a nearby shrub and came back to where Jasmine was still frozen in place. Then she knelt down and wiped away the congealed porridge on Jasmine’s feet with the hem her robe. She looked up at Jasmine, eyes glistening with tears and pleading for understanding.   “My dearest friend,” she tried again, her voice cracking.   Jasmine sighed a deep sigh and reached down to...

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An Oasis in the Desert (Part 3)

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"'Receive graciously,' he said. 'Give always,' he advised." Jasmine muttered under her breath. Fuming at the thought of Mikhal's parting advice.   She knew none of this was actually his fault, but when emotions overwhelm one it is easiest to become defensive and cast a wide net of blame. Mikhal had been caught in Jasmine’s. After all, he was the one who set her on the path that led to this point. He was the one who encouraged and inspired her to pay the good he had done forward. He was the one who defied the terrible...

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Deserted in the Oasis (Part 2)


The sun was high in the sky by the time Jasmine regained consciousness. She sat up slowly squinting while she rubbed the sand grains off her face and forearms. She looked around again, dismayed that all her hard work over the last week had been ruined by what was indeed a sandstorm. The temporary shelter she had erected was  scattered everywhere, sand grains had encroached on the space she had meticulously cleared and swept and most importantly that which she had feared had come upon her.   When Jasmine had seen five horses carrying men wearing white robes with...

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A Desert in the Oasis (Part I)


Once upon a time there lived a young lady who was a nomad. Her name was Jasmine and today was her birthday. It was more significant than any other birthday because Jasmine had reached the “age of maturity” and therefore certain protocols had to be observed. Today was the day she prepared to separate from her entire family. Based on their nomadic culture Jasmine was required to become fully independent no later than two moons after this particular birthday. Over the course of her lifetime her family had relocated every five years, this fifth move...

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