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Carrageenan: The Deadly Ingredient in Healthy Foods
KikiHinsch (K. L. Richardson) April 16, 2013
America has become obsessed with healthy eating and healthy living. From counting calories to cutting out junk food, Americans are becoming more and more conscious of what they put into their bodies. So why are Americans 'sicker and dying younger' than people in other wealthy nations? Could it be the additives used in American food products?
In “Rich Food, Poor Food” by Jason Calton, Ph.D. and Mira Calton, C.N., readers learn about the toxic ingredients that are in every day, processed foods, including so-called healthy foods. “Rich Food, Poor Food” introduces the reader to “villains” such as carrageenan, which is used to “de-ice airplanes” and has been linked to ulcers, intestinal inflammation, profound glucose intolerance, insulin resistance, colitis and cancer. Carrageenan is found in many “healthy” and “organic” milk products, deli meats, ready-made infant formula, health bars and even toothpaste. The Cornucopia Institute provides a list of “organic” foods that contain carrageenan.
Blood of Zee: Unfinished Business
K. L. Richardson
Blood of Zee: Unfinished Business has received a few reviews, all of them very positive. I am pleased that readers are enjoying the story and are so cool as to point out mistakes while still enjoying the actual story. So here's a sneak peek at Blood of Zee: Old Blood, New Life. Enjoy.
Zoe smiled and rose from the table, along with Amelia. They headed up the stairs where Mr. Pierce was perched outside of Zoe’s room. Amelia smiled at Zoe as she wished her a good night’s sleep. Mr. Pierce opened the door to Zoe’s room, allowing her to walk through. The only light in the room came from the moonlight shining through the bedroom window. When Zoe stopped just before reaching the bed, Mr. Pierce stood close behind her. She could feel his warm breath play with her neck. Zoe turned her head slowly, looking down, nervously.
“Is there something I can help you with,” Zoe asked, half intrigued, half afraid, for the last time he stood so closely behind her, he had a gun pressed against her spine.
“Look under your pillow,” he said in a voice lowered almost to a whisper, raising hairs on the back of Zoe’s neck.
Zoe slowly walked over to the bed to lift the pillow nearest her, finding two long, thin, steel daggers. They looked identical to those she used when she fought and barely survived Amelia.
“For tomorrow,” Mr. Pierce said. Zoe lightly traced one of the daggers with her index finger, not sure whether to worried or excited. “Be ready, Zee.” and with that,Mr. Pierce left Zoe alone. Zoe turned her head toward the door only to catch Mr. Pierce’s back as he was leaving. She lay down on the bed, on her back and stared up at the ceiling as she examined the daggers, watching their shadows dance with the luminous moonlight entering from her window.