If your scalp is itchy, flaky, dotted with sores or has its own deforestation referred to hair loss going on, it can pose a major problem. Your scalp is the source of each strand of hair on your head. Get a better scalp and the quality of your hair increases. Like everywhere else on the body, scalps need love, care and your undivided attention.
Today is Election Day and whether you got two hours or a whole day off, don't take your civil rights lightly. (I won't lie. I was elated to have a day off. School is beginning to get hectic.) People argue that if they vote or not, things will continue to move along as it always has. They'd say that we don't know what the "good" politician or "bad" politician might do when they sit or reseat themselves in government; we don't know what challenges lie ahead. While this may be true, there are in fact good reasons why you should go out and vote, anyway.
I've had their seafood pizza once and rave about it ALL THE TIME. The crust alone makes you want to say Domino's, what's that? That pizza is good. It has fresh and complimentary ingredients. You won't chew on the cheese forever or get bloated from chunky wads of crust. Since my Assouan seafood experience, I've visited the restaurant twice and circumstances placed some distance between my seafood pizza and salivating tongue.
Quiet. And I like it that way. After a whole day of bustling people, cars, and boats, the water front pulls down the black screen of night over the turquoise waters, lights her lampposts and lets the brilliant blue of the waters flicker in the old limps of the fruitful tamarind tree that pulled me in.
I turned the corner hard to go down the narrow alley, one of the entrances to the former Harbor View Restaurant, and nearly walked into the chained gate. That’s new. Since it renovated, I hadn't been to the place with the red checkered picnic table cloths and stunning view of the boardwalk, harbor and bay.
I wanted to eyeball the hotel this family could have been raiding cupboard doors from last Saturday, so I reluctantly left the gorgeous coast. From what I heard La Belle Creole used to be the place to be for parties, but it is hollow now. I half-expected monkeys to dominate the place and chase us out. Emerald moss is soaking in the Jacuzzi and the tiled table at its center has received more sun than icy-cool drinking glasses.
Saturday is one of those words that mean stay inside and recuperate from the week and catch up on everything that was left hanging, like chores. Well, forget that. You can recuperate just fine being outdoors and that is exactly what I did. It was one of my best Saturdays ever!
Here we go again with the rain and wondering if the clumps of clouds bearing it, lightning and thunder will become more than a simple change in the weather. So far we've been blessed enough to wallow in sunshine and run quickly to shelter from the rain.
I was just going over the taste of saltfish and stewed eggplant in my memory, a breakfast I had in Anguilla earlier this year. I took a small portion because I wasn't sure then I was going to like it. I tasted it. It was euphoric. I shamelessly went back for more.
I’m a tomato mamma now, and all I did was pour the soppy seeds into a shallow hole and went on making my sauce and pizza. God did the rest. The effort on my part was less than building an entire farm online and my seeds came with the food itself.