A Taste for Life Weekend Challenge #4 — “Sundays are special,” you said with a wink. “A day of rest, rejuvenation and desperate attempts to keep away the Sunday night blues.” Your eyes lit up in a smile bigger than the one on your lips. …

Weekend Challenge #3 from A Taste for Life — It came to me in a nightmare. The feeling of twists and turns on unstable hinges. Stomach drops upset my lunch and side-to-side head bops rattled my brain and jumbled my thoughts. In my dream, the ride was a monster ripping the ground from beneath my body. I dangled and…

Inspired by the Weekend Challenge — The sun burns my nose. Grandma told me to wear a hat, but I didn’t listen. Or maybe I forgot. Sometimes when Grandma talks to me, I forget to hear, because my heart hurts so bad. “Cancer’s back,” Momma said months ago. “Grandma won’t fight it this time. …

Expect immediate results — Everyone loves love. Whether it comes from parents, children, a spouse or friends, life gets a bit easier when we know people in the world care. But, sometimes knowing isn’t enough. Instead, we need a love boost to lift our spirits. Below are three easy ways to attract the experience…

Some “light” Political Satire “I still have nightmares about that day.” The coffee mug that read Mondays SUCK vibrated in my rattling hands. “It’s the reason I left politics.” Air caught in my chest. I forced it out and sunk into the comfy couch next to the hypnotist. A squat…

Emotionally naked, that is — You’re sitting on the edge of your bed, hand clutched around the flaps of your satin robe. The smooth fabric entices you to stay wrapped in its protection forever. A shadow fills the doorway. The figure jumps in the flickering candlelight as it approaches you in a slow, confident walk…

And it shows in your relationships — Growing up, I didn’t give much thought to my self-awareness nor view it as a trait I needed in a partner. I suppose I wanted the things most people my age wanted from a relationship, honesty, loyalty, great chemistry and someone who mostly had their life together. …

I call her Trollina aka Depression For as long as I can remember, there’s been an evil voice in my head. Sometimes the voice is quiet, and I forget about it altogether. Other times, the voice rages like an out-of-control teenager determined to rip apart my self-esteem. I call this…

A consequence of my biracial identity — Talking about race has always been hard for me. Even writing this article was an uphill battle. The process bounced between waves of angry typing about every racist experience I’ve had, followed by bouts of regret for being too quick to assume racist intent. I’ve rewritten it many times, never…