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Chef's Kiss
Chef's Kiss by Arlene J.M. Grant With each step toward Chef's Kiss, I feel the lingering anger provoked by the disaster of the day. I love my job. It's a passion for sure. The only thing equal to the joy of shooting food is the pleasure I. eating from the tables of dreamers who dared to say, "I'm a Chef."
By Arlene Jacqueline Marcelle Grant5 years ago in Humans
A Viewpoint of Personal Current Events
I had written an article for Vocal titled "Why Can't People Be Kind" (The Case of the Broken Bicycles) in regards to people (like me) who have helped others only to be taken advantage of and forgotten. When you're a person with compassion (like me) it's very difficult to see other people who are less fortunate and not want to help. I've often reached into my purse or pocket to give pan handlers a donation. I've often shared food or a ride if I could to someone who didn't have that and needed it. After you hear people mocking you and calling you a fool for doing so, and after you've hit rock bottom and seen so very few people willing to do what you had done in the past, you discover within yourself the will to say "No more. I've shared enough." It happened today. We stopped at a convenient store. I was outside smoking a cigarette. A pan handler asked me for some change. I dug into my purse and gave him some change. I felt bad that I couldn't help this homeless pan handler more than that. Later we stopped at the pharmacy to pick up our prescriptions. My doctors want me to take Abilify to tame down my Bipolar symptoms. I showed them my insurance card and they said that the $700 medicine would cost me $20 with my insurance. I already pay $200 per month for the insurance. I declined to buy the medication. Then I sat in the car a little upset thinking about homeless people and how annoying it is that I feel guilty that I can't help them, when I still can barely afford to help myself. Yet the irony is that it usually is the poor who are willing to help the poor. The rich are rich because they have no problem saying "Buzz off creep," when they are approached for help.
By Shanon Angermeyer Norman5 years ago in Humans
Ellen, Gladys and Rooster
The entire neighborhood opened the windows while she was playing her flute. Listening carefully to the music, it was a quiet audience. Ellen would have accepted even the smallest contribution, even some coins thrown directly from the floors to the street. But no one thought about giving her money. They were simply enjoying music. Damn! Their big smiles and their hands clapping in sync weren’t enough to eat. Because the only thing Ellen was wondering about was how she would feed her dog Gladys, its puppy and Rooster, the white cockatoo on her shoulder.
By Sébastien Coville5 years ago in Humans
Letting LOVE in again...
We have all had heartbreak at some point in our lives and it’s rough! Some expected and some not so much. Love plays a major factor in our lives but true love starts from within, and as soon as we realise our worth and come into alignment with oneself, then we soon attract what is aligned for us. It’s the internal journey that attracts the external one.
By A M Y Uncensored & Real5 years ago in Humans
Proud Lion
As you read the title you don't even have to guess the zodiac sign for Leo's are always quite public and bold with people knowing they are there and who they are. This ego driven sign is obviously embellishing every single detail in their life because why not?? Leo's love the spotlight. With grand emotions and social interactions the lion loves to be the center of attention. Lavish dress and grandeur makes this sign a blast to vacation with. When it comes to love and sensuality the Leo is quite giving and does not like to be lonely or dismissed.
By Jane Lovemoore5 years ago in Humans
The Rising Sun
The sun was a giant that hauled himself over the horizon, the red rays bathed the plains in a singular moment of splendour. The buffalo, but shadows in the empty fields only moments ago, turned their heads and opened their opulent eyes now ablaze in new glory, soaking in the rays beneath their rich red fur. So did Yousuf from where he sat out in his porch. Watching out toward where the trees flanked the red dirt road, there birds lifted by the break of day, sang long notes in from the mouth of the opening world.
By Feiroze Dean Akhter5 years ago in Humans
