In an attempt to examine some of the foods I have been eating, I came across an issue with a prepackaged nutritional shake that I have been taking to work with me for convenience. The label is packed full of... Continue Reading →
“Mom, there’s something wrong.” The alarm in my tone caught her attention. Before I could go further, I saw the mass diving toward the street. “Run.” That’s all I could say before a hellish nightmare descended on the crowd.
A small girl with fluffy blond curls was gripping her mother’s ankle picking pieces of white lint off of the Berber carpet with her free hand. With precision, she placed the lint in a small pile between her mother’s feet. The mother, a small framed woman with matching blond curls, was gently rubbing the girl’s head beneath the table, a tender, loving gesture.
Convenience is part of my life as well, but if not for me, then for our children's sake. Ultimately, choosing safer alternatives forces businesses dealing in food to change to meet consumer demands.
The flip side of this dystopian trend includes a gravitation toward hope, strength of spirit, love of our fellow man, and taking on a more optimistic view of the world around us despite the negativity that we are assaulted by.
Helena knew what was in his hand. He’d called it her pet project. He had humored her desire to do the research until she found something that threatened to insight public panic. Her findings were met with skepticism and also was a blow to his ego. Helena had studied people all her life and had sized Max up as part narcissist, part asshole years ago, but he also happened to be one of the best in his field.