Working at a gym, I cross paths with some interesting people, which leaves me with lots to ponder. The latest conversation had me thinking about community. A member at my gym is from Africa and has lived and worked in the Kansas City area for more than twenty years. He was telling me that America doesn’t have a community.
At first, I agreed with him.
But the more I thought about it, the more questions I had.
He said that he loved the prosperity of America. After living here for a while, he was able to buy a house and…
Whenever a tragedy takes place, the most common response is: “the victims and their families are in our thoughts and prayers” or “we pray for those affected.” After the mass shooting in Boulder, Colorado, Rep. Lauren Boebert tweeted, “As we continue to hear the news coming out of Boulder, I’m praying for the police, first responders, and those affected by this tragedy.” Twitter users ratioed her, replying to her post more than liking it.
Some of the replies were as follows:
Birth is a miracle. From fertilization to birth and everything in between, a woman’s body is amazing. We can grow babies. With the help of genes, a pregnant woman can create a fully formed human in less than nine months. Those genes know what they are doing when they make an embryo develop into a boy or a girl.
A developing embryo doesn’t begin to differentiate into a boy or a girl until the seventh week of development; before this the embryo is referred to as bipotential. Though it is bipotential, the correct genes are already in place.
4 out of 5 stars. I love Jamie’s authenticity; I could feel her leap off the page. Though my values don’t fully align with Jamie’s, I would recommend Believe It to other entrepreneurs.
“My gut told me that women were sick of seeing airbrushed images of people who didn’t look like them promoting products that didn’t work.” pg. 5
“Our WHY, or mission as a company, was to empower all women to believe they are worthy and beautiful and to shift the culture around inclusivity in the beauty industry, which in turn would shift culture everywhere!” pg. 12
Pixie gave a long sigh as she walked up the steps to the courthouse, her pink hair blowing in the wind. She had decided to wear her short black dress, pink leggings, and a navy blazer today. The dress covered the Tinkerbell tattoo on her chest and made her plus-size frame curvier. Her giant rings clicked on the door handles of the courthouse as she swung its door wide.
Pixie dragged her feet to the fourth floor as she always did at the beginning of each month. She used to make this journey with her friend, Laquisha. Laquisha always made…
Suzanna pulled a basket from the stack and readjusted her crossbody purse. She strolled into the grocery store, gray Toms slapping on the white tile. Her friends made fun of her because all she bought was gray: a gray purse, gray shoes, gray shirts.
“But then all my outfits already match!” Suzanna would respond.
Her friends would laugh and let her borrow a pretty pink dress whenever they went out. They would tell her she looked good in red and royal blue; it matched her chocolate brown hair and pale complexion, but she didn’t listen. Gray was her color.
Greta rushed up to the desk and pulled out all her paperwork.
The Asian man across from her typed for a few moments as the song on his computer changed from Salina Gomez to K-Pop. The man wore a button-down shirt and ripped jeans. Greta put her papers on the desk. The man bobbed along to the music and started to sing to himself as he clicked a few times with his mouse. Greta glanced to the desk to her right; an Indian woman dropped the paper she was going to photocopy. She glanced to her left as a white…
“You and your husband have something special.” the nurse told me as she wheeled me into surgery. I said thank you before she replied, “That’s hard to find these days.”
I didn’t think much of this conversation because 1) I was about to have surgery, so my focus was on something different entirely, and 2) my parents often compliment my husband and me this way. Our parents often say, “You guys really love each other.”
Upon reflection, I recognized the profoundness of this nurse’s words. She only spent a few seconds with my husband and me. …
I say this as a person who didn’t vote for Trump in 2016, but I did in 2020:
The president of the United States isn’t the end of the world to me. If Hillary had been elected in 2016, I would have graduated, moved to Kansas City, and gotten married.
Yes, I would have paid more in taxes. Yes, more abortions would have taken place. Yes, my family of farmers would have struggled. But ultimately, we would have survived. And we will persist for the next four years no matter the president.
Because my hope isn’t in the president, my…
Greta turned her 2000 Ford Saturn off and removed the key. She shoved the key in her pocket and pulled her heavy tote bag onto her lap. She took one huge breath and closed her eyes.
“You can do this.” She whispered, then she moaned.
“You can do this.” She said in a Swedish accent.
Greta tucked her bright blond hair behind her ears and grabbed her bag. She stepped out of the car and pushed the lock button before closing the door. She straightened her blue dress before striding through the parking lot. Her heels clicked on the pavement…
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