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Hi friends of steemit, it is a pleasure to greet you, in this opportunity I will show you a delicious and delicious cheese tart with the easiest and simplest steps, without so much waiting we will pass

Creative work takes days of immersing myself in it. Right now I am trying to buy my freedom so that I can make art. If you understand me through this lens, then you will see why I have been less active

Speaking of an abuser, I will often name the woman because unfortunately, the most common violence is that caused to women. But we must not forget that men too can be "attacked" by their spouse.

A couple years ago I suffered a bad concussion and it took me months to recover. I am back to normal again, and have recovered so many things that I could not do for a while: read on a computer, dance,

How do you feel about your body? If I were to ask you, what words would you choose to describe your body? I would like to think that most of you would say that their bodies are amazing. Yet the reality

Photo by Martin Robles on Unsplash This piece is a continuation of previous freewrites. See bottom of post for links to previous entries. Priya felt her breath catch in her throat, and she darted a look

This morning its grey and cool and raining and quiet. The way the light is helps me think. I was studying this morning for my licensure exam, making flashcards for myself about Piaget, Freud, Erikson,

Our left brain and right brain have very different jobs. This is explained in the below video by one of my heroes, the inspirational and devastatingly passionate intellectual Jill Bolte Taylor. If you

A man without decisions of character can never be said to belong to himself,he belongs to whatever can make captive of him, That's why they are foolish they want to conquer the world and when they are

The hot season is here and so are the mangoes, melons and sweet pawpaws. This year January temperatures were so high, going out between 12pm and 2pm was a punishment. I have a love hate relationship with

The girl with no name was bumped and pushed down the hallway by the throng of other children. She was like a fragile leaf, moved more by their motions than by motion of her own. There were moments when