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And A Glimpse

All forms of desire that shouldn’t be desired slither into her young mind. No two thighs touching and the sighs they breath out:...

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Blindness

You wrapped up my ghosts in ziplock bags and tucked them into boxes without warning. I thought you would treat them with more respect but...

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The Fight

You wrecked the party I was having fun, we had driven for hours You played the same card as usual I was angry, your timing was dire You...

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Mr. Hamilton

He was hip. He wore crisp shirts and wide neckties. He had a Seventies mustache and Burt Reynolds hair. His right hand almost always held...

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Women Who Inspire: Oyindamola Shoola, Author, and Poet

This entry is part 2 of 2 in the series: Women Who Inspire This is the second installment of a new and exclusive series here on Feminine...

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Day 356: A Love Letter to My 30’s

This entry is part 8 of 8 in the series: This Is 39 You were the decade that made me a wife. Again. A better wife this time. This time I...

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The Crazies

Are the precious ones with the most colorful souls Painting love in glorious hues of aqua, fuchsia, tangerine and gold The crazies feel the...

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The Male Psyche: Trying To Not Be a Dick

This entry is part 3 of 21 in the series: Bert's Eye View So, after some serious introspection, I’m beginning to figure out a few things...

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Crazy Stupid Love

My last real boyfriend was named Jave, and we were together from 2000 to 2002. By “real” I mean, he didn’t exist solely as a product...

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Sex Etiquette 101: A field guide for lovers

This entry is part 5 of 15 in the series: Mind Your Manners with Nathalie Findlay Try as I might, I haven’t found a way to create a...

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Grief: Whose Business is it?

“So Your Mom Died 2 Years Ago? It’s Time To Move On.” In October of 1986, when I was 11 – my mother’s father died. My...

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4 Steps to Survive an Active Shooter Scenario

This entry is part 10 of 22 in the series: Inspired Intelligence with Michele Rigby Assad The tragic deaths at the hands of crazed...

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“I Love You, Daddy”

I admit it; it’s true. I’m far too sensitive for a grown man. At any given moment, I could easily find myself whimpering, sniffling or...

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Dear Sir

“There was a flower in her heart, it just needed more room to bloom, and when she let it free, she showed the world that sometimes...

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There is a Hooker in All of Us. Isn’t there?

Originally published October 14, 2015 When I was small, I used to tell my mother, “When I grow up I’m moving to...

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Woodwork

She built a home with her hands each beam uncalculated but standing erect to perfection nails nor screws thoughtfully placed because she...

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Send Them Away

I don’t think I have another rant left to write. Disgusted, frightened, ashamed, and whatever synonyms for those words that might be...

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Death of a Racist Cousin

when the death call came your confederate ideas and vile vernacular came swinging back at me like a bloody noose from our haunted family...

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Creating a Feminist Future

My daughter started Kindergarten this year, and in the fourth week of school, a little boy kicked her in the face while she was playing on...

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‘Go To’ Relief

Is there love on this dangerous road? The one that holds a bottle of your liquid seduction that will never let go of my reflection in this...

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Freak Show

I had always wanted to be the center of attention until I was shackled into the main attraction of her sideshow. A three-ring circus and...

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Conscious Posting: The Difference Between Bragging and Gratitude

Facebook can be fun. Social media in all forms – can be entertaining. Instagram is cool because I like photos. I like to see the...

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That Bitch Called Media

So many girls get trapped by that bitch called Media and her virtual cage. Her spider web of filters latch on filtering out flaws and...

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Marriage

I sit alone in my bedroom you sit alone on the couch. You go to work I stay home. You never call. I never text. Our wedding portrait is on...

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Art Of Silence

the postman may always ring twice for Lana Turner but not for me no more Silence in that sacred space created a beauty of mind

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Chocolate Melted Hearts

I’m a rainbow sprinkles twist kind of girl, or BlackBerry Ice Cream straight from the dairy farm. So when exactly, at what precise...

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