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Lemonade Is More Than Just An Album For Beyoncé
Beyoncé has proved that when life gives her lemons, she makes lemonade. It’s only fitting that the queen of pop’s sixth album, featuring 12 songs and an hour-long visual album, is called just that--Lemonade.
The hour-long visual album was released on HBO on April 23; for days after its release, it was all people could talk about and rightfully so. Lemonade is already topping charts and raking in more cash than any other week 2016 has ever seen. The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
French Kissin' in the USA
By Karen Corday
QuailBellMagazine.com *Editor's Note: Some names changed or blocked out for privacy.
I started reading when I was three years old. I was the stereotypical kid with her nose in a book, but my genre of choice was trashy teen romances. Sweet Valley High was a little too highbrow for me; I was more into the Sweet Dreams series, of which there were maybe 300, all with titles like “Ten Boy Summer” and “Lights, Camera, Love.” I was obsessed with teenagers and wanted to be one more than anything, and from what I could tell, what teenage girls did was get boyfriends and make out with them, so that’s what I wanted to do, even though I was only 10 years old. I was also lazy, so I set my sights on my next-door neighbor Angie’s new stepbrother, Chris.
February 25, 1986
Dear Diary, Hi! Sigh! Thoing! Bong! I am madly in love with Chris Barber. Every time I see Chris I go weak in the knees and practically drool with desire. My heart goes pitter patter and my eyes practically glaze and drop out. Kiss! Kiss kiss kiss! I have never thought about sex and boys before, although I have felt some warm glows a few times. I have never French kissed. I can’t imagine having sex, though. So eerie and weird. Oh well, I’ll probably find out SOMEDAY. Love, Karen The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
Queen of Vitriol
By Leah Mueller
QuailBellMagazine.com
I first picked up a copy of Diane Wakoski's Motorcycle Betrayal Poems at a used book store when I was a harried mom in my late 30s. I felt intrigued by the cover's tag-line: “This book is dedicated to all those men who betrayed me at one time or another, in hopes they will fall off their motorcycles and break their necks.” I opened the pages and began to pore over Wakoski's words...
Within minutes, I knew that I had stumbled into a motherlode-160 pages of verse which explored the many pitfalls of love in an unflinchingly honest manner. The book cost $2.50, and I purchased it without hesitation. |
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