A darkly honest journal entry on the myth of “expensive” healthy eating and the slow death of basic cooking skills. A reflection on willpower, excuses, and the art of feeding yourself without theatrics.
Maureen Joseph
Coffee is more than caffeine. It’s a ritual, a gesture, and a litmus test for generosity in an age of ghosting, swipes, and emotional bankruptcy.
A dark, unflinching look at the violence of silence: avoidant friends, emotional withdrawal, and the hollow echoes they leave behind.
I didn’t expect a museum mirror to speak louder than most people in my life.
Framed in mahogany, engraved in gold, Adrian Piper’s Everything #4 waited quietly until I stood in front of it.
I took a photo. But it didn’t feel like a selfie. It felt like a warning.
It’s easy to forget how much we perform when…
The Silent Threat:
Why Mediocre People Clap the Loudest- for Anyone but You
Yes, I said it. Mediocre. I’ll be the first to admit I’m mediocre at plenty of things, sewing being one of them. Patterns might as well be cursed scrolls sealed in Latin. But every year, I throw myself into cosplay for New…
Married in Spirit, Taxed in Reality
Words Matter, Especially the Ones We Borrow Too Soon
There. I said it. It’s become the norm to blur the lines between truth and desire.
Now, don’t go rolling your eyes at me. Just hear me out.
I had the privilege of helping an acquaintance with her taxes a…
My morning routine now consists of crying for three minutes and twenty-one seconds. Once I went over the two-minute marker, I had to start timing myself. I mean, a girl has places to be and obligations to uphold.
I finish up by gently placing a cold compress…
I did not want to hop on that gravy train.
I did not.
There is no gravy, yet we have a train.
A grave train…
See what I did there?
Screaming into a pillow for almost two weeks does that to a person. People dying left and right. Friends, distant relatives in other countries, patients,…
I did not want to hop on that gravy train.
I did not.
There is no gravy, yet we have a train.
A grave train…
See what I did there?
Screaming into a pillow for almost two weeks does that to a person. People dying left and right. Friends, distant relatives in other countries, patients,…
It was a normal day when I decided to upload a picture with an excerpt from my book on one of my social media platforms. It pertained to my protagonist’s footwear and an excerpt from one of Twice The Demise’s chapters. I quoted the following: “What I considered a career, you considered a fault.” This…
There are very few things that bring me pleasure in life. Sometimes pleasures and priorities go hand in hand. As many of my readers know, I’m on a journey to grow my black lipstick collection. If you didn’t know, please check out my August article from my blog for context. It’s up there on my…
I had a whole article written out for this month’s blog. I had taken my time to write a rough draft only to be sidetracked by my own sense of urgency. Call me an elitist, grammar Nazi or whatever term the internet world has bestowed upon us lately. I am not even going to touch…