Chew on a variety of rich, grateful life lessons. Learn to be grateful. By being grateful, you can appreciate life’s challenges and receive abundance. Gain the courage and faith to follow your dreams, and heal from past traumas.

Girl holding up small note card that reads "Its not about #metoo;its about #whatnow
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Super Fox Sauce: It's not about #Metoo; it's about #Whatnow?

"Sexual harassment and assault in the workplace are not just about Harvey Weinstein," she wrote." We must change things in general. We must do better for women everywhere.” After reading Alyssa Milano’s tweet that started a viral sh*tstorm…
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"Get a Job." An idiotic way to Simplify Homelessness

  “Get a job” is such an easy response to homelessness. Wow. The simplicity of judging someone when they have no fucking idea behind the Sharpie tragedy now scribbled on cardboard. I don’t give a shit who you are—most people don’t…
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Super Fox Sauce: Happy New Fear! What will you conquer this year?

“5…4…3…2…1!” And just like that, 2018 makes its grand splash with whiskey kisses, sloppy dancing and good intentions. To me, New Years is a sign of hopeful beginnings--an end to a crappy relationship, a dream job in Durango or…
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Super Fox Sauce: Sugar-cookie therapy. There’s always a second chance

Swatch Watch. Guess Jeans. Vans. These were all hot items in the ‘80s and usually made the cut to most middle-schooler’s Christmas lists.  Even though I did get my pricey Guess overalls, that was the ONLY item Santa usually delivered.…
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Super Fox Sauce: Trump tax-- the real reason it passed

“They are racists.” “It’s capitalist greed.” “Definitely uneducated.” These are just a few examples of what I hear daily from clients as they carelessly flip pages in Star Magazine.
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Super Fox Sauce: "Paper or plastic?" Kermit isn't the only one having trouble

“Paper or plastic?” said the cashier in a rushed tone. Obviously, it’s a simple question. I looked under the cart and notice [once again] I’d forgotten my reusable bags. Damn it! Sweat beads on my forehead. “Paper,” I said.