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Five Ways to Move Towards VeganismIf you’re reading this article, you’re most likely interested in becoming healthier. This is obviously a positive choice. Perhaps you’re even ready to leap into full-bore veganism, for ethical, environmental, and/or physical benefits. The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
For a dead guy, you're doing greatMystery Meat is a sound collage podcast based in Charlotte, Asheville, and New Orleans. Each episode is made up of audio submitted by listeners. Anything within your rights to submit is welcome. From that they create monthly collages meant to challenge, delight, and encourage the audience to listen to their environment in new ways. Mystery Meat is, by its nature and relationship to its audience, a chance operated podcast and a conversation between the listener and the editor. They also manage a mail art campaign, create sound design for theatre and film, and create installations and events which explore the act of listening. Find out more or contact them through mysterymeatpodcast.com. Click here to listen.The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
GroundbreakingFor almost everyone I have met, the 1st of January is considered a the time to throw out old habits and negative feelings and embrace the beauty of something new. Instead, I embraced sadness as the Angel of Death sprung up at the door of our lovely home. Had I known, I would have slammed our door into his face long before he arrived. The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
The Big Game is Every NightSpring is dying or dead. I can't tell. It came between a bitter winter I spent working in a homeless shelter in a former courthouse and a summer I'm sure will be the hottest on record. The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
UnbelievableBy Keith Wise QuailBellMagazine.com Every year, my family spends Christmas Eve Day the same way. 2006 is no exception.
“I don’t want to wear that.” Adam tosses the red button-up onto the living room floor. My younger brothers and I are supposed to wear red shirts and khaki pants for the family photo. “I’m wearing this.” He defiantly pulls on a Spider-Man shirt—age eight and too old for this. “Church doesn’t start until four. It’s only two,” says Matt, still struggling to tie his shoelaces at age six. I finish the knot for him and announce, “Grandma says good Catholics are always early.” The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
Female Friendly Made Me GaspFemale Friendly is a web series about two women who found a women-friendly porn company. Their shenanigans will make your jaw drop. Light spoilers ahead!
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Advice on the Best Things Before Sliced BreadDear Margot, What were the best things before sliced bread? - This Is How I Roll The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
Lost Friend, Friend LostWe were sitting at your desk, letting the new OS install on my computer. I looked at the scab on your head, sure that it was an injury resultant of a night filled with self-pity and Everclear. It wasn't so long ago that this line of thought would be upsetting. But now, what can I do? People can't fix other people.
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Pusheen's First BookI Am Pusheen the Cat by Claire Belton was published in 2013, but it’s still worth repeating: this book made me squeal with joy. Pusheen is like Hello Kitty with an extra dose of kawaii.
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Beach Selfie AdviceDear Margot, How do I take selfies on the beach without looking like a Kardashian wannabe? -Girl That Just Wanna Have Fun The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
Chinampas (spring sick)My Chicana studies teacher said that my city should be decorated with cacti, that the people in Fresno, CA were fighting the natural landscape. I began to imagine succulents in shades of pink and blue, in the shape of rib cages, red flowers blooming in their arms and legs. In 2007, I was a returning student at Fresno City College with a five-year-old son. I always thought that the room where they held all the CLS classes was ugly as hell, and it bothered me that there were two doors on either end of the room, and that they had glass windows that anyone could press their face to and look in. I drew mazes on my open palm as I listened to my teacher talk about my city, the desert, and cleared the dry sun from her throat. I still had my son blooming in my own throat. That morning, he had taken the kitchen shears to his hair and I had to shave his head completely. I never asked my son why he did that, but the only answer I could imagine was that the heat from our city had become too much for him. I thumbed the pages of my textbook like they were flower heads and wrote down what my teacher said about cacti, and then I drew a picture of my son’s face, his hair growing back on his head, sharp black hair roots, sticking up to the sky.
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The StreamBy David Pérez QuailBellMagazine.com Three years ago, I began doing crossword puzzles on a regular basis, primarily to keep my mind sharp as age set in. I was approaching sixty, and felt the more brain food the better. I didn’t tackle major leaguers like those in the Sunday New York Times; more medium-level puzzles from USA Today or Simon & Schuster, or in magazines published by Dell or Kappa, the kind you find in supermarkets and airports. The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
My SunBy Just M QuailBellMagazine.com When I was a child, I couldn't pronounce my "y"s. I wasn't allowed to ask why. But also I pronounced yellow like lellow. The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
When Dolls TalkI was 18 years old when my daughter, Belinda was born, a kid having a kid. I didn’t see myself as a kid, of course. That understanding came later. I wasn’t ready to be a father. “You’re too young, son,” my mother told me more than once. She also knew marrying Serafina would bring me heartache. But I went ahead anyway. Serafina was pregnant with Belinda, and I felt marriage was the manly thing to do. The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
Today, I've Been Engaged To Myself For 1 Year!As of today (#WorldGothDay), I have been engaged to myself for one year. I didn’t do it on purpose, but proposing to myself on this day was very significant for me.
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Spring 2018 from an Astrological PerspectiveBy Leah Mueller QuailBellMagazine.com Spring arrives every year at approximately the same time, yet it never fails to surprise me. Winter in the Pacific Northwest is accompanied by an almost ceaseless drumbeat of falling water—rain that waxes and wanes, but always seems imminent. As the perpetually gray sky bulges with moisture, I often wonder whether the rain will ever stop, and if I’ll recognize the sun when it does return. And yet return it does, exactly on its own schedule. The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
Flowers in My ToiletOne of my earliest memories involves going to see my great grandmother. For whatever reason, we never went to the front door of anyone’s house, so we opened the back gate and went inside the yard. It was then that I came face to face the most colossal flowers I'd ever seen. They loomed over me, and I was entranced like Alice in Wonderland in the giant garden. Huge sunflowers bowed their petaled heads over mine like they were trying to whisper secrets in my ear. When I followed their stems all the way down, I realized they were growing out of a toilet. The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
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Cancer Center Would Honor ‘Immortal’ Henrietta LacksRICHMOND, Va. – The year was 1951. The place: Johns Hopkins Hospital in Baltimore, where Henrietta Lacks, a native of Halifax County, Virginia, sought treatment for cervical cancer. The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
What Gender Anarchy Means To MeI am a gender anarchist. Gender anarchy is gender without rules. Gender anarchy is an identity and state of being in which all gender expressions are equal and without hierarchy. In the eyes of a gender anarchist, all gender expressions are valid.
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March for Our Lives in Richmond, VirginiaMore than 5,000 demonstrators, many of whom were high school students, marched through Richmond, Virginia as part of a nationwide protest demanding gun law reform. Did you participate in a march as well? Tell us about it in the comments or submit your own story. The Breadcrumbs widget will appear here on the published site.
Working With The Power of DarknessDo you want to explore the darker side of spirituality? Learn how to manifest your desires and cleanse your chakras with the power of darkness.
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Franken-ChickenBy Karl Stevenson QuailBellMagazine.com During the recollection of one’s years, it is not unusual for one’s parents to fabricate their upbringing methods. According to my father he was an iconic parental figure. He would glide in from a day of work and transform into Mr. Rodgers. I was supposedly showered in picturesque “father-son time” of storytelling, board game playing, and Martha Stewart worthy dining. During all of these times that I guess I was asleep for, I will say a more realistic image would be my father grumbling while walking through the door, devouring something filled with sodium, and then passing out on the sofa. I am not trying to slander whatever my father describes as my childhood, however I would say his story may be equivalent to restaurant marketing.
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Web Series Destigmatizes Abortion Through StoryJanuary 22nd of this year marked the 45th anniversary of the groundbreaking Roe v. Wade case. According to the Supreme Court, the women of America finally had the right to an abortion. Unfortunately, this ruling did not fix everything. The Hyde Amendment was quickly passed; “pro-life” groups and churches continue to harass women outside healthcare facilities; politicians pass TRAP (Targeted Regulation of Abortion Providers) laws to shut down clinics and block women from abortion access. While activists and politicians work to fight these barriers, the stigma around abortion continues to follow women throughout their lives. Enter Roni Geva and Margaret Katch: two creators who are working to destigmatize abortion through story.
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On Haiku And Hybrid PoetryParesh Tiwari is a noted Indian writer of haiku, haibun and hybrid poems. His latest collection Raindrops Chasing Raindrops is out now. In this interview with Quail Bell's Poetry Editor, Archita Mittra, he discusses the convergence of different art forms, his creative process and the publishing scene in India, among other things. |
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