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How to choose the excellent mobile games?

Absolutely, there are many variables you would like to think about application for iOS. Unconditionally, there are several games for tablet around the world. Whilst organized online competitions have long been a part of electronic game culture, ...

world

This Is the Year of the Rebels, the Builders, the Doers.

This new year, more than ever before, will be a year in which just talking won’t do anymore, rather how we talk about things will make the difference

you & me

The Only Way out Is Through, but Sometimes It Isn’t: Part Two.

After my divorce, I'd returned home. Like an abused dog, with my tail between my legs. Swapped out a broken heart for the abuse I was more familiar with.

you & me

Hope, the Destroyer.

Women use hope to do things that are not for their greatest good. We stay in abusive relationships because we hope one day they will change.

wisdom

Retrieving Eros: Isn’t Anything Sacred Anymore?

When I say the words god, faith, sacred, holy, I remember C.G. Jung's response to a journalist when asked if he "believed in God." Jung said, "I know God."

poetry

As You, as She, as They. {poetry}

You will have but a moment to believe in, before they strip you of that only freedom, teaching you to hate your skin and the body you’re within.

wisdom

Boundaries to Benevolence: Harms of Ageism Amidst the Graces of Mentorship.

Thank you for being the agents of teaching me healthy boundaries, and for demanding that I claim my worth instead of defaulting to you to declare it.

you & me

I Look in the Mirror and See My Lines.

The notes never start with a 'Hey, how are you?' Just random scribbles, anger palpable through the lines, which direct me to take a look in the mirror.

world

My Open Letter to Oprah.

I too believe, as you do, Oprah, that God is all. All, as in every shade, every color, every frequency, and certainly both male and female.

you & me

Reminders for a Tender Heart.

I am angry and I am hardened. Teeth clenched. Heart fire roaring loudly. I am furrowed brows and strong glares and waving fists at bad drivers. I am forgetting the the tenderness. The sweet petals of compassion that used to ooze from my fingertips are no longer there. I am angry and I ...

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