Raw Foods? I think I can, I think I can…

I go through a lot of phases related to food and beverage consumption – juicing phase, no beef phase, crock pot meal phase, freshly baked cookies after dinner, ice cream bars after dinner and the list goes on. And on. Because I love food and cooking food and eating food and talking about the food I cooked and ate, and sometimes I even enjoy sharing the food I cook, which totally defies the selfish me-first Taurus mentality that is steadfast within me, but I digress. Below is a link to a quick read about veggies and other foods that are better consumed if eaten raw.  Enjoy! Maybe you can implement a health phase that may turn in t a habit and then a way of life!


Lizz Straight, the greatest at everything she attempts to do

Foods that are healthier eaten

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Alora got moved up in gymnastics yesterday. She has been going for about two months and the teacher totally recognized her gangsta, because when we showed up she motioned to the other teacher of the bigger, more advanced girls like with the head nod – yeah, she’s the gangsta 4 yr old I was telling you about. The one who will be the next Gabby Douglas. She needs to move up to your class. Yes, I saw all that in her eyes as she telepathically communicated it to the other coach. Alora just jumped in like a G and was flipping on the uneven bars and walking on the balance beam like a true champ in the making. No qualms sons!!! My baby had no qualms yo!!!‪#‎datgirlgood‬ ‪#‎teamnoqualms‬ ‪#‎biiiiiiiiii‬ ‪#‎lol‬ 


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Mornings like this 11/1/2015

I tell you what – mornings like this are few and far between. Many criterion from my “If I could design an ideal morning” list are present in this morning.

  1. coffee
  2. quiet
  3. music of my choice
  4. free time
  5. the inspiration to write

Three and four obviously contradict but creatives will know exactly why they are both on the list. Anyhow, this peace and solitude will soon be over. So although I could be writing a poem or a new short story, I choose to free write about how happy I am in this moment. Solitude allows me to regroup, refocus, chill, decompress, let go, truly relax and embrace my individuality. The fact that the ones I love the most aren’t here with me doesn’t make my revelling self-centered with a negative connotation. On the contrary, it is self-centering with the most positive effect.

Thank you Sunday morning in all your circumstantial glory. Thank you so much for this much-needed opportunity to occupy my own head space with no thing or person tethering my presence in you.

Hallelujah and Amen. Now it’s off to poop, get dressed, fresh breathed and ready for choir rehearsal and church. Parties over. But boy did I have fun.


p.s. Happy NaNoWriMo

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So, I just remembered that I am a writer…

…and I’m turning over a new leaf today. I’m actually gonna write. lol.

That is all. Oh (whatchoutnah)…


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(draft from the other day)

I haven’t written poetry in a time period too long to be justified unless i dig way down backward in consciousness when everything was owed to me
And i was the victim of every person
And every affliction wearing
stigma like coke bottle classes
in a brand new city At a brand new school with no clue that my brand new British knights had been outta syle by south philly standards
And that was a whole nother risk factor to live up to
Because defense mechanisms
In place to provide cover for my shortcomings were government funded
Naval stations in various
Geographic locations made my smile the ghost in so many memories
Friendship a practice of practicality and emotional ties as strong as the
The thinly walled housing units that
Pitifully offered protection
When all the project kids had to do was jump the fucking fence
Maybe i cant write
Poems worth a shit as there have been so many stories
Laid on my heart
The art of making the poor life suffice
The arch of the fallen hero father figurine unable to fill the space between
Everyone loves me but the man whose love I needed most
consistent deaths

I don’t really know why and to stress about it
Makes the agony bulbous.
To die in silence
When there is a family waiting to be,
A child with enough love in her laugh
To fuel all future  love poems from now until the world burns out
Well, isn’t narcissism kind

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Falling in love with Walking the dog

The sidewalk ends here
And there among the flattened surfaces of this round world are olfactory places sniffed
And with spirited gait
with no
obvious reasoning
Chosen for exploration.

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10/30 – April 23, 2105 – The Quiet Mouse

So the prompt was to write a poem about yourself in which nothing is true. (I’m catching up y’all!)


I am one who tells your secrets

One who will slice your back and dine on the gristle

I am  virgin the mother

a cloudy culture in the water

Responsible for the chemical slaughter of children

I am sniper and bullet of your character assassination

I am one of 999,999 alike in the million

I am unseen crack in your cement foundation

I am bomb in basement

Not truth or light or intuition breaking through

I am dry white fish on the menu

I am back door entrance of  Whites only venues

My blackness does not appreciate in money or mirrors

I am lack of conviction in all of your vespers

Fertilizing all of your fetters

The hesitation in your smile is all my doing

I am a winner at losing

one of mundane choosing

The nominal lover of others

The circumstantial adversary

Dainty in gesture

I am not the things I carry

But the things I waste

My make-up is perfect

Legs always shaved

I’ve picked my death plot

On the family enclave

I am the quiet mouse

The yes ma’am and thank you kindly

I am the pillar of salt for the things left behind me

I am the breakable doll

The blushing beauty the nice nasty

The undercover unduly

The Madame of mischief for lack of a life

The crystalized Christian

The virtuous wife

A traitor’s traitor

The liar in waiting

Always sharpening her teeth.

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