2014 The Year Where I’ll Do Everything

There are so many things I want to do with my life. Depending on the day if you ask me, “What would you like to do with your life?” I might provide you with a different answer. Last month I decided to stop waiting on the perfect conditions to make things happen with my life. I started by selling my natural products and developing my own brand Devine Organics  and of course this journey isn’t easy. I’m putting myself out there, I’m trying to figure out who I want to be, and what stories I want to share.

I’ve also decided to continue writing but I’ll also start sharing my stories on this blog. I want this blog to include more if my life. I want to share more not just health or natural beauty. I’m not sure which day of the week it will be but I’m going to start weekly creative writing posts. It could be a story or a writing exercise I’m using and want to share.

There’s so much to do and I can’t wait anymore.


Untitled Story (Prompt Challenge)

Prompt: The story is set during a party. The story takes place mid – fall. During the story a relative shows up.

Story is incomplete I wanted to know what your opinions.

If this girl bumps into me one more time I’m going to bump my fist with her face. I know space is limited in here but she doesn’t have to keep bumping into me as she grinds with a boy that’s more hair than body. I’m not even sure he has a face underneath the brown frizzy mess or if that’s a boy. She obviously has had too much to drink her tight pink tank is rising on her flat stomach as her skirt rises on her thin legs and she continues to dance with the boy as if no one is around but the house is full of people.

I look down at my own full cup and cringe. I hate the look, smell, and taste of beer but I want to have a good time for once at one of these things. I close my eyes, plug my nose with my left hand and chug my cup. I gag at first and almost spit it back into the cup but I’m committed to the cause and I finish my cup. Just as I sit my empty red cup on the mantle, my slow grinding neighbor has bumped me again and as promised to myself I punch her right into the face before I walk away in search of the keg.

The crowded living room parts as I make my way to the dining room. Of course everyone just saw me punch the girl but no one saw her bumping me. Great. I really didn’t want to come here and be noticed I just wanted to blend in for once. I wanted to enjoy myself.

“Kaden!” I turn in the direction I hear my name coming from. I see Mark my brother, turn around, and contine walking.

“Kaden!” Mark calls again. He’s closer this time I try to quicken my pace even though I know he’ll catch up.

“Kaden,” he says again as he grabs my arm, I stop walking and face him.

“Yes. Mark.” I don’t want my plans for the night to be ruined by anyone.

“Why are you here? Better yet why are you here and punching random people in the face?” He asks.

Mark is such a big brother even though he has five minutes on me he just has to treat me like a child.

“I’m here because I was invited. She had the punch coming.” I reply.

He looks as if I was speaking Greek.

“I don’t understand. Why would you come to a frat party you never party.” If I wasn’t so annoyed I would have to laugh at the look on his face. Mark and I aren’t exactly close. I think it’s partly because we’re polar opposites. I’m not exactly the party type or the type to throw punches.

“Is this about the other day?” He asks concerned.

“NO! Everything isn’t always about you. Where’s the keg?” I ask him. He has to know this is his party after all.

“You’re drinking?” He asks incredulous. He drops his head and points. “In the kitchen straight back there.” He points.

He lets me go and I start walking towards the back. I notice that instead of staying where he was he falls in step beside me. I guess he doesn’t believe me.

“Get lost.” I say.

“No.” He says with a smile.

He’s such a jerk. I don’t need a babysitter but I shouldn’t be so quick to blow him off.

“Fine.” I say.

As we’re walking towards the kitchen I notice the stares. People always stare when I’m with Mark. They always wonder how he can be him and I’m me but we’re twins. Fraternal but we look exactly alike. Same dark brown eyes, same thick curly hair and same smile. I use mine less often than he does. He has a whole foot on me at 6′ 4″ but everyone knows when they see us that we’re related.

“Hi Mark!” A girl screamed at him.

My brother just smiled and waved at the poor girl not missing a step.

“Who was that?” I asked.

“I’m not sure. I think she’s in one of my classes.” He replies.

I shake my head. I hope he’s not one of those guys that has sex with women but can’t remember their names. Mark may  be popular but I doubt he’s that sleazy. I don’t really know him anymore.

“I hope you’re not a sleaze ball.” I say.

“How can you say such things about your big brother?” He asks mock hurt on his face with one hand on his chest.

“Five minutes hardly makes you a big brother.” I retort.

He’s laughing and I’m back to me. I should just cut my losses and leave I don’t know what I set out to accomplish this evening but I’m not sure drinking and partying will be the way to go.

“I’m leaving.” I say to Mark as we reach the kitchen packed full of drunk college students.

“Why?” He asks grabbing two cups.

“I’m just not feeling it anymore. This isn’t my scene.” I say.

“Well you should stay and hang out with me. I’ve barely seen you since the semester started.” He says.

Should I stay here at this party or to my dorm room to homework and books?

“Hey Mark! Kaden!” My hearts flutters as I hear my name come from the mouth of Nick Drew.

“I’ll stay.” I say to Mark. “Hi Nick!”

My plans for the night might not be ruined after all. I just wanted to have one conversation with Nick outside of Calculus. When he invited me to Mark’s party I saw the perfect opputunity to talk him but now I have to ditch Mark.

Prompt Challenge

If anyone cares to join…
I found this writing prompt through a google search. This site generates prompts for you. I thought it would be fun to put it up we can all write our own versions. So a week from today I’ll put up my version if you decide to participate you can comment the link to the story below or email me @ LifewithDemetra@gmail your story if you want it to be on the site.

Prompt: This story is set during a party. The story takes place mid-fall. During the story a relative shows up.

Got it? Good. I changed my mind let’s make it two weeks and I’ll pick a story or two to go on the site.

A “Stroke” of Stupidity

This is an opinion piece written by a friend of mine.

A “Stroke” of Stupidity

By: Moe P. Hodge

I’ve been having this thought, opinion in my mind, from recent conversations and interactions I have been having with my peers. I’m not trying to be holier than someone, I’m just seeing it from my own viewpoints

I just feel as though, with our generation today, the idea or the need of sex is held over many a person’s head, or very prioritized over many other qualities and traits, and that it’s kind of wrong/weird.

I’ve seen people contemplate, if not stay into relations with cheaters and those of abusive tendencies due to good ‘relations’. I’ve seen people basically become living sex toys for the sake of good ‘relations’. I’ve seen people put themselves in precarious situations all for a shot at relations, and it’s…meh, I don’t know

You can never really win either with being judged as well, whether or not you “get it in”. There never seems to be a right number to be agreed upon, in terms of lack of judgement. If you’ve never gotten it in, you’re critiqued for being square, or being undesirable, and ostracized for that perceived fault. If you’ve even done it once, let alone have had many a partner, it can always be reasoned (potentially faulty logic and all) that one could be considered the infamous, deadly H-word.

Another thing I’ve noticed in my time, is that the idea/use of Celibacy isn’t really used for Celibacy’s sake in our age/day. It almost seems as if Celibacy is code word for many different things, but the actual term for celibacy.

“I’ve been fucking so much, I need to take a break, until I’m not tired anymore”

“Damn, I got played out after getting into relations, let me take a break, until I fall in ‘love’ again”

“Damn, I don’t want to find a new joint to get down with, let me take a break, and if I happen to stumble into love, it’s done”

…What happened to the living outside the flesh part of the thing!? The spiritual aspect of things!?

Who am I to tell someone how to live their life? I’m not trying to shade the masses, lord knows I’ve done some of these things I’m writing about. Different strokes for different folks, get it how you fit in (no pun intended, if any was in there). It just seems as though it is overvalued to the point of becoming a negative in the minds of today.

If you have not dealt with problems such as these, more power to to you, stroke away/let your pum pum turn up (or whatever these young kids call it nowadays). Either way, I do thank you for reading my second attempt at a blog article, and remember…

(Insert Sex Pun here)

Thank you

How to contact the author;

Email: MomoluDHodge@gmail.com



The smile

English: Stick figure with eyes and smile

English: Stick figure with eyes and smile (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

This was written yesterday. I found a prompt that said “The most beautiful smile,” and I went from there.  Let me know what you think.

The most beautiful smile I ever saw belonged to a cancer. A tall drink of water. He stood 6′ 3″ with the big olive green eyes, dark brown hair cut short, and a slim build. I saw the smile first it just lit up his face. I wasn’t too concerned with him before that smile, that smile was for me. It was the smile of man happy to see his wife after a long day at work, the smile of someone so happy to see you it lights up their face.

I know I returned the smile because I could feel the heat from cheeks as they came to rest under my eyes. I knew my smile was big more like a grin. I couldn’t help but return the smile. As I got closer to him I recognition hit.

“Hey!” I said a little out of breath from my brisk pace.

“Hi,” He said back in a cooler tone.

Where did I know him from? Did he recognize me too? Why was he so calm? He must’ve forgotten who I was maybe he was just saying “hi” to be nice. I continue my walk and my phone conversation half listening as I rack my brain trying to figure out who he is and when we met.

Then it hit me. I listened to my friend ramble on about all the fun we were going to have that night. She had no idea that I had already ditched our night in my head. I had made plans in case she flaked on my again and my mind had finally got things straight. I knew where that smile was from and it was for me. We had unfinished business. We were destined to meet again.

Fear, The Motivator

Fear can be the greatest motivator. I’ve let fear hold me back for quite some time. Ever since I can remember I’ve been reading and writing. I’ve always walked around carrying books. One to write in and one to read. I’ve always loved to create my own world and get lost in worlds that others have created. I’ve also loved science not exactly related but I loved it nonetheless. It is now that I am thinking over my life do I realize that I’ve held this fear that writing should be a secret love while I keep my love for science out in the open.

I’ve been under the impression that I couldn’t be a successful writer. As much as I love post on this blog and as much as I love to create my own stories.  Fear was the motivator for me to pursue science in college and not creative writing as I wanted to. Fear is the reason why I have yet to post a complete story since my first and only complete story was published.  Fear kept me scared that my dreams could change and I wasn’t prepared for that.

I’m working to overcome that fear. I want to start posting more creative pieces on this blog along with my health posts. I don’t want anyone to feel like I’m changing the site. I am changing but I’m not take away from anything. I’m just adding to it.

I’m not afraid to say I’m not sure what my dreams are. I would love to get my PhD in Chemical Engineering but I would also love to have the freedom of a writer. I have a lot of work to do and a lot to think about.

Meet Marie

So I was asked by one of the sweetest people from my days at the Academy of Natural Science to be a guest on her blog. Thank you Demetra and what an honor it is to be here. We go back a long way, Demetra and I. She was part of the WINS Program with the Academy and I was the Changing Exhibit Hall Manager, overseeing the staff, volunteers and WINS girls in the exhibit and for the Diorama Touch Carts. I was also the Birthday Party Coordinator for the museum. Demetra worked in all three areas with me until my retirement and she was amazing.
As much as I loved the Academy and all the people and visitors, it was time to retire and do what I always wanted to do but never had time, write. I love writing about the paranormal world, especially zombies, ghosts and other scary things that go bump into the night. I have a blog and besides writing about the adventures that my nine grandchildren involve me in, I also write about my participation with Steampunk events, Ghost Hunting, and the Zombie Squad. Check it out Gilbert Curiosities!
Two wonderful things happened this past year. The first was being asked by Andy Burns, Editor-In-Chief to write the weekly reviews of AMC’s “The Walking Dead” for the multimedia Website Biff Bam Pop!
If you go to the site and click on my name you can read all my posts on Biff Bam Pop!
The second great thing was that the group that I belong to, The South Jersey Writers Group published a short story anthology called Tall Tales and Short Stories from South Jersey. Along with Amy Hollinger, I am a co-editor and marketing person for the book. I also have two stories included, one zombie and one funny true tale about online virtual dependents. Right now, I’m doing a final editing of book one a trilogy called Beware the Harvesters and hopefully, I’ll have it in the hands of a publishing company within the month. This book is a combination of the paranormal and sci-fi. It’s definitely not for young readers as there are sexual scenes. I also have a two part zombie tale (Roof Oasis) in the hands of a publisher and I’m waiting for their reply.
I belong to a writer’s group called the South Jersey Writers Group and the members of this group are not only talented, but also supportive of everyone in the group. The suggestion to join this group was the best advice my granddaughter Katrina Janco, who is also a writer and a member gave to me.
There is lots going on with my writing and I’ll keep Demetra updated on what’s happening. Thank you for having me as a guest, Demetra.

Guest Blogger

I’m working on expanding my blog and reaching new viewers so I decided to reach out to other bloggers. I’m looking for anyone interested in submitting a post for my blog. The topic can be about your health experiences good and bad, your hair journey (natural, relaxed, or dyed), any experience as a writer or a blogger you want to share, or anything related to a previous post.

If you are interested in guest blogging for me please email me LifeWithDemetra@Gmail.com



Future Blog Posts

Recently I bought a couple new nail lacquers that I will review.


(from left to right) seche vote clear base coat,  essie turquoise and Caicos, essie cute as a button, Maybelline color show iced queen, essie eternal optimist, and essie butter please. Here’s a picture of of my nails with essie turquoise and Caicos


I love the essie brand well this is my first time using it but it was love at first stroke. I will do the other polishes later in the week.

I took a trip to Trader Joes on Tuesday and picked up a whole liter of Sunflower oil for $3.99. Why do I need that much? Well I’ll tell you for oil pulling. Instead of using mouthwash to clean my mouth I will use the practice of oil pulling. It not only cleanses the mouth but the body as well. Pulling all the toxins from the body. I’ll let you know if this Ayurvedic practice works as well as the research says. Sunflower oil and Sesame oil as the oils that work the best. For 20 minutes after you brush your teeth and before your first meal, you swish it around in your mouth. It gets in between teeth and pulls put the toxins and replaces it with minerals that can’t get in. Here’s a link for more information on Oil Pulling.

I’ve been moisturizing my hands and nails with coconut oil everyday thanks to the HeyFranHey challenge and my nails have shown so much improvement over the past two weeks. At the end of the month I’ll show my length from the first and the end result.

As of right now I still have the Senegalese twists in but I’ll be taking them out soon and doing a couple different things with my natural hair. I will try to define my curls with a wash and go. I will do a twist out and I will try to do a bantu knot out. Also I will be starting the hairfinity vitamins and I want to share that journey as well.

I haven’t neglected my writing. I’ve been writing everyday this week but I don’t have anything to share yet. Please be  patient. I will be writing and updating more. I promise.

Thank you for reading,


Book Fears.

I’m not sure where exactly to start with my book. I don’t know anything about anything. I feel like I used to in elementary school when my mom would buy me a new book to write in. I would just stare at the page wondering how I’m going to fill it. Now there’s Microsoft Word and the dreaded page and word count. How many pages am I writing? Who are these people? What is my target audience. My biggest fear is that I’ll spend all this time on a book and I’ll have no audience or worse one person will read it and hate it. I write because it makes me feel better but will someone else read it and love it or read it and hate it? People can be so mean especially when they don’t know you. Wish me luck anyway I’m starting my book and I was hoping for a word or two of encouragement.