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My name is Jackie, of 29 years, and I currently live in the land of big buildings and winded politicians. After a brief stint in the mountains and desert, I decided that there is no place like home, and traipsed back home so I can root for my beloved White

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Creative Writing > Reflections Reflections: Change: 6 of 100

Dear Diary, I am writing to you from a new state...from my new (and first) apartment in a new place. This is hard, because I left behind some very important people...and there were tears...and they keep coming. I have never been away from home for more than a week, so saying goodbye to my mom was excruciating. As it stands, ...
Health & Fitness > Alzheimer's and Dementia Health tips for avoiding declines in brain function as you age: 1 of 16

Having done extensive research in college and under a professor in Alzheimer's, I hope to shed some preconceived notions about the disease, and provide a few health tips: 1. Consume omega-3 fatty acids. Many people do not consume fish, either because they don't like the taste, or they just don't know how to prepare it. Tuna,...
Education > Education (Other) Should public schools offer courses in the Bible?: 3 of 42

If public schools begin to offer courses in the Bible, they should extend that to offering courses in the Koran, the Talmud, etc. Not everyone is a Christian, and so Christianity should not be the main religion if public schools will offer religious education. But, the fact remains that we have a system set in place that see...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Music: 16 of 170

Metallic Blue. Opening the leather case A twinkle in my eye A sparkling blue metallic dream Waits patiently close by. This object here, is cold to touch I stroke the neck so free The smell of rust and redwood gives A tingly rush to me. Yet, with this dream, there is some pain And bloody fingers ache But salty crimson interru...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Life: 106 of 1104

"Looking Up at the 'L'" Someone whispered to me...things. Girl, white girl, hear how she sings. Simple, supple, hair of gold. Loves the heat, welcomes the cold. The 'L' passes over my head. For twice, I've felt the vision of death. Whisper to me what you wanted to say... A poet and painter; 'girl, make your own way'. Raindro...
Jobs & Careers > Getting Ahead Kissing up to your boss is a must if you want to get ahead: 5 of 52

While you definitely may act different in your place of business, compromising who you are and lowering your standards to that of a 'yes' man/woman is nothing short of demeaning who you are. It is possible to disagree with your supervisor and still have a job at the end of the day. In some cases, your boss will actually resp...
Creative Writing > Reflections Reflections: Meaning of life: 25 of 183

I just got through meditating. Not in the conventional way. In fact, there is still a mark on the left side of my face...from my arm...pressing willfully against it, as I lay on the bed. No, I was not sleeping. Just listening...to whatever sounds I felt like. You don't have to be on anyone else's time but your own. Quite. Qu...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Food: 11 of 79

The Strawberry Dilemma. A ripe strawberry sits on the ledge; This luscious fruit is tempting to me, And hunger pushes me over the edge So many choices, in the room I see But apples and pears cannot give such escape. Thus I make my selection of berry, guilt-free. Perfect in touch and shape Speckled with delicate seeds I stand...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Winter: 44 of 189

Sometimes We Need a Shovel Oh how grass grows, and it tickles my toes And I clamor to see, but alas, it is snow. For what once was forgotten, a child's delight Can sometimes be awfully mistaken for fright. And I twitch, scratch an itch, got a fire in my eye, And it seems a salt shaker is sprinkling the sky. But confusion's c...
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Love affairs: 6 of 21

half full. sparkling water turns to wine and ferments fancy in three months time and when 'tis ready, fills the mouth 'til good behavior travels south and dizzy spells will never tell it's more like naughty in a shell and fantasies are better sought than half-fulfilled, yet never caught. dripping, drinking, must lie down and...