
Lately, I've been spending hours on my hair, braiding it, slicking it down with gel, and just playing around with new looks. It’s been fun, but honestly, my scalp is paying for it. It’s started feeling so irritated, itchy, and flaky lately.
I’ve realized that as much as I love styling my hair, I have to actually take care of my scalp too. I truly love my hair. I’m that person who is obsessed with her hair because I see every part of my body as a gift from God, and my hair is the one accessory I get to wear every single day.
That’s when the brand Polytar offered me their 4% Coal Tar Medicated Scalp Shampoo, a product designed specifically for people dealing with scalp issues like psoriasis, eczema, dandruff, and itching. I was open to trying it.
Using a quality medicated shampoo isn’t just about clean hair. It’s about restoring the health of your scalp. Polytar shampoo reduces redness, flakiness becomes manageable, and the scalp is soothed. For anyone struggling with scalp irritation, this product could be a game-changer.
18 comments

Design and Durability: Military-Grade Titanium Build
From the moment I unboxed the W70Pro, I could tell it was built differently. Its case combines titanium metal with PC (polycarbonate), making it incredibly strong yet lightweight. This is not just a stylish accessory; it’s designed to withstand tough conditions. The watch is IP68 waterproof, meaning it can survive swimming sessions and shallow water adventures, and it’s shockproof, scratch-resistant, and operational in extreme temperatures from -30°C to 70°C. Whether you’re hiking, camping, or just navigating a busy city, this watch can take a beating without skipping a beat.

Battery Life That Actually Lasts
Battery life has been one of my biggest frustrations with smartwatches, especially the ones my friends own. The W70Pro solves the issue with a massive 900mAh battery. In normal use, it lasts 15–30 days (this is for real), and in standby, it can go up to 100 days. That’s three to four times longer than most watches I’ve tried. This means fewer interruptions for charging and more reliability for long outdoor trips.
Advanced LED Flashlight and Compass: A Real-Life Example
The first real test of this watch’s outdoor features came the day after Christmas. My partner and I decided to watch the sunset, and afterward, we had to walk along a dimly lit pathway. The W70Pro’s LED flashlight was a lifesaver. Its adjustable brightness levels and SOS mode lit our path clearly, and the built-in compass ensured we stayed oriented even in the darkness. Simple features like this might seem small, but they can make a big difference in safety and peace of mind.
Advanced LED Flashlight and Compass: A Real-Life Example
The first real test of this watch’s outdoor features came the day after Christmas. My partner and I decided to watch the sunset, and afterward, we had to walk along a dimly lit pathway. The W70Pro’s LED flashlight was a lifesaver. Its adjustable brightness levels and SOS mode lit our path clearly, and the built-in compass ensured we stayed oriented even in the darkness. Simple features like this might seem small, but they can make a big difference in safety and peace of mind.

2.01-Inch HD Display and Customization
The large 2.01-inch HD screen makes everything easy to see, whether it’s notifications, maps, or fitness stats. With over 220 pre-installed watch faces and the option to add your own custom photo dials via the “Da Fit” app, personalization is effortless. I love being able to switch my watch face to match my mood or outfit; it feels like having a different watch every day.
Bluetooth Calls and Connectivity
The W70Pro allows you to make and receive calls directly from your wrist, complete with a 360° noise-cancelling microphone and high-quality speaker. Notifications from your phone, calls, SMS, WhatsApp, Facebook, and more arrive instantly. For someone who is constantly on the go, this feature keeps you connected without constantly reaching for your phone.

At this point, I honestly felt worn out. It felt as if even Google Maps had gone on holiday. I am still processing all the details, but this is what happened today, the day after Christmas.
My partner and I had a disagreement on Christmas morning; you can read about it here. We talked it through late at night and agreed it should not have gone that way. We slept calmly and woke up feeling at peace, ready to embrace the day. With most places closed on the 25th of December, our plan was simple: spend time in nature. We wanted to visit the Cairngorms National Park, breathe deeply, relax, and enjoy the outdoors.
As soon as we woke up, my partner started making the bed, and I joined him. It felt like a small but meaningful reset. We got dressed, filled the car with fuel, and stopped at McDonald’s for breakfast around 10:45 a.m., and then we set off.
The drive was long, about an hour and a half. We kept going, trusting the photos we had seen online and hoping the place would be worth it. Eventually, we saw a signpost for the location. That is where the confusion began. There was nowhere to properly park, no clear entrance, and no visible walking path. Google Maps insisted we had arrived, but all we could see was thick forest and fenced land. It did not match what we had seen online, which showed trails, a castle, and accessible areas.
We drove back and forth several times, trying to make sense of it. By then, I was already feeling frustrated. We reset the map and entered the location again, but it redirected us to a place we had already visited before. That confirmed the directions were wrong.
When we stopped to ask a lovely elderly man for help, he explained that the park is enormous and that you cannot simply enter its general name into the map. You need to search for a specific landmark inside or near the park, such as a castle or trail. The route suggested from where we were would have taken another two and a half hours. At that point, I knew it was not realistic. Reluctantly, I told my partner we should not continue.
We tried once more by driving back to the original signpost to look for another access point, but again, there was nowhere to park and no clear way in. Eventually, we realised we had reached the correct area but from the wrong side. The map had taken us through a back route that was inaccessible to visitors.
On our way back, we decided to try another place, the Scottish Wildlife Trust at Loch of the Lowes. The map showed it was open, and it was only about 25 minutes away. When we arrived, the parking area was closed. The surroundings were beautiful: rivers, open land, animals, two people walking a dog, and a nearby golf area. But once again, there was nowhere to park, so we stayed in the car the entire time.
By then, I was overwhelmed. I had packed hot tea and barely touched it. It was already around 2:45 p.m., and we had been out since late morning without truly spending time in nature the way we had hoped. With winter days being so short, I knew the light would soon be gone.
I started crying on the drive home. I was disappointed that I had missed that quiet Christmas time in nature I had been longing for. My partner stayed calm and supportive. He asked what I needed in that moment and whether I wanted to try somewhere else or just go home. I decided it was best to head back.
He tried changing the music to cheer me up, and after a while, I noticed him moving to one of my favourite artists, Davido. I could not resist joining in. He smiled and said, “Let’s not let the outcome of today linger for long.”
With no restaurants open, he asked if I wanted KFC. We stopped, but the food was poorly cooked and disappointing, so we barely ate it. After that, my partner suggested going to a familiar spot by the water where we often watch the sunset. Before heading there, we stopped at Tesco to buy food to cook at home. Watching the sunset helped. It was peaceful, and we finally slowed down, talked, and laughed a little.
Despite everything, my partner did his best to make sure I felt supported. He reminded me that some days do not go as planned, but they can still be meaningful. We agreed that next time we visit a new nature spot, we will carefully read reviews beforehand. Other visitors often leave helpful details about parking, routes, and which location to enter into the map. Today, we were simply on the wrong route, and time ran out.
In the end, we spent the day together. We made up for the tension from yesterday. We came home, had wine and chocolate, and settled down to watch a movie. It was not the day we planned, but it will be one we remember and laugh about.
If this post feels confusing on its own, reading my previous post from the 25th of December will help. This is a follow-up to that story. Thank you to everyone who read and commented. I appreciate you.
I took a few photos of the sunset, but they might not be very clear; however, I hope you enjoy viewing them.
I hope your holiday is filled with peace and calm. How did you spend your Boxing Day? Hopefully with fewer wrong turns than me.
I hope your holiday is filled with peace and calm. How did you spend your Boxing Day? Hopefully with fewer wrong turns than me.

Merry Christmas, everyone. I hope you are all having a beautiful day. Whether you are at home with family, spending it alone, or doing something entirely different, your story matters. Today, I want to share mine.
Before Christmas, I told my partner that I wanted to celebrate the day in nature, and we mutually agreed. I have always been drawn to nature: oceans, forests, parks, anywhere quiet and natural. Nature feeds my soul and reminds me that God is with me. It’s a living reminder of His presence. If God cares for the trees, the rain, and the birds, then I know He loves me deeply, too.
Nature settles me. It reminds me that life has seasons: a season to plant, a season to wait, and a season to harvest. No matter where you are, your life can still move toward a new blossom. That feeling is something I cannot fully explain; even pictures cannot capture what happens quietly in the mind and heart.
I had planned to spend this Christmas morning in a National Park here in Scotland. But as we know, sometimes life has other plans.
Before leaving, a small disagreement over making the bed turned into something deeper. I have been burdened with a heavy heart lately concerning my sister, and I did not want drama; I needed understanding.
I asked him to help me make the bed, but he refused, saying he had already folded the blankets. I told him clearly: if the bed is not made, I will not leave the house. To some, it’s just a bed, but to me, it was about effort. He had become too comfortable making excuses for not doing it properly, claiming he "couldn't do it like I do." To me, that felt like he didn't want to put in the effort to learn, and I didn't want that attitude to spill into other parts of our life.
Instead of understanding, he simply said, "Okay, we don't have to go," and fell asleep. In that moment, I faced a choice. I decided to pack my bag and head out on my own. As I walked, he called and said, "You spoiled our Christmas." I didn't argue. I simply told him, "You have your truth, and I have mine." I refused to stay in a cycle of blame.
I headed for the bus stop, not realizing that buses don't run on Christmas Day in the UK. Since I usually spend Christmas at church or home, this was new to me. I walked all the way to the central station, the air cold and the streets of Glasgow completely empty.
At one point, my bag strap snapped. In the past, this would have overwhelmed me, but today? I just adjusted and kept walking. I saw my own growth in that moment. At the station, the only options were expensive trips to Edinburgh or Stirling, and I realized I wouldn't make it to the park after all.
As I stood there, I started to tear up. I realized it wasn't just about the bus or the bed—it was because I hadn't taken my burdens to God in prayer. I had been trying to carry the weight of what was happening with my sister on my own shoulders.
The Holy Spirit whispered to me: “I carried you through the whole year, and you are crying over this moment?” Peace returned. I remembered that if God waters the trees, He surely has me. I thought of those in hospitals or in pain today. I am alive, independent, and breathing freely. That is a blessing.
Before Christmas, I told my partner that I wanted to celebrate the day in nature, and we mutually agreed. I have always been drawn to nature: oceans, forests, parks, anywhere quiet and natural. Nature feeds my soul and reminds me that God is with me. It’s a living reminder of His presence. If God cares for the trees, the rain, and the birds, then I know He loves me deeply, too.
Nature settles me. It reminds me that life has seasons: a season to plant, a season to wait, and a season to harvest. No matter where you are, your life can still move toward a new blossom. That feeling is something I cannot fully explain; even pictures cannot capture what happens quietly in the mind and heart.
I had planned to spend this Christmas morning in a National Park here in Scotland. But as we know, sometimes life has other plans.
Before leaving, a small disagreement over making the bed turned into something deeper. I have been burdened with a heavy heart lately concerning my sister, and I did not want drama; I needed understanding.
I asked him to help me make the bed, but he refused, saying he had already folded the blankets. I told him clearly: if the bed is not made, I will not leave the house. To some, it’s just a bed, but to me, it was about effort. He had become too comfortable making excuses for not doing it properly, claiming he "couldn't do it like I do." To me, that felt like he didn't want to put in the effort to learn, and I didn't want that attitude to spill into other parts of our life.
Instead of understanding, he simply said, "Okay, we don't have to go," and fell asleep. In that moment, I faced a choice. I decided to pack my bag and head out on my own. As I walked, he called and said, "You spoiled our Christmas." I didn't argue. I simply told him, "You have your truth, and I have mine." I refused to stay in a cycle of blame.
I headed for the bus stop, not realizing that buses don't run on Christmas Day in the UK. Since I usually spend Christmas at church or home, this was new to me. I walked all the way to the central station, the air cold and the streets of Glasgow completely empty.
At one point, my bag strap snapped. In the past, this would have overwhelmed me, but today? I just adjusted and kept walking. I saw my own growth in that moment. At the station, the only options were expensive trips to Edinburgh or Stirling, and I realized I wouldn't make it to the park after all.
As I stood there, I started to tear up. I realized it wasn't just about the bus or the bed—it was because I hadn't taken my burdens to God in prayer. I had been trying to carry the weight of what was happening with my sister on my own shoulders.
The Holy Spirit whispered to me: “I carried you through the whole year, and you are crying over this moment?” Peace returned. I remembered that if God waters the trees, He surely has me. I thought of those in hospitals or in pain today. I am alive, independent, and breathing freely. That is a blessing.
I walked back home with sore shoulders but a light heart. I didn’t have a big feast, but I had bread, sardines, and tea. I turned on a small light I received as a gift from work, played my music, and enjoyed my own company.
My message to you is this: Never let anyone take a moment away from you. Plans change, and people may lack empathy in moments, but you can still create joy. Learn to enjoy your own company and protect your peace. Secondly, remember that burdens are lifted at Calvary—take them to God in prayer.
I’m sharing some photos of Glasgow on this quiet morning. It was beautiful to see the city so calm. Tomorrow is another day, and God willing, I will finally make it to nature then.
How did you spend your Christmas? Was it what you planned, or did you find beauty in the unexpected? Share how you spent your Christmas day in the comment section.
Jesus is the reason for the season. Take care of yourselves!

The George Women’s Orange Plain Pullover Jumper is simple in the best possible way. It is a lightweight knit with a classic V-neck and long sleeves, finished with ribbed cuffs and a hem that give it shape without feeling restrictive. The fit is regular and easy, the kind that skims the body rather than clings, which makes it flattering and comfortable for everyday wear.
What I love most is the colour. Orange can feel bold, but this shade is warm and inviting rather than loud. Every time I wear it, I notice how well it sits against my skin and how it lifts even the simplest outfit. I have worn this jumper several times now, and that feeling has not worn off. If anything, it has become more familiar and more loved with each wear.
The fabric is a soft viscose blend, smooth and lightweight, which makes it ideal for layering without feeling bulky. It keeps me comfortable throughout the day, whether I am out running errands, sitting at my desk, or heading out for a casual lunch. There is something reassuring about a jumper that feels just as good in the morning as it does by late afternoon.
In winter, my go-to outfit rarely changes. A good jumper and a pair of jeans have always been my answer to cold mornings and busy days. This orange jumper fits perfectly into that routine. Thrown on with blue or black jeans, it feels effortless and put-together without trying too hard. It is proof that you do not need complicated outfits to look stylish, just reliable pieces that you trust.
Styling an orange jumper does not need to be complicated. I like to keep things simple and let the colour do the talking. Worn with classic denim and ankle boots, it feels timeless. Paired with a black midi skirt, it becomes slightly more polished while still staying comfortable. On colder days, I layer it under a neutral coat or blazer, letting the orange peek through for warmth and contrast. Even something as simple as adding gold jewellery or a tan handbag can elevate the look without taking away from its ease.
This jumper is one of those wardrobe staples that quietly does its job. It blends comfort and style in a way that feels honest and practical, while still allowing me to feel confident in what I am wearing. Sometimes, fashion is not about chasing trends but about finding pieces that suit you, last well, and make getting dressed a pleasure. For me, this orange jumper does exactly that.
Recently, a disturbing incident involving a DoorDash delivery driver came to light. A couple ordered food and left what many would consider a modest tip. After the food was delivered to their porch, their security camera captured the driver spraying a substance onto the food package. Shortly after, the wife began eating the meal and started choking violently, coughing to the point of nearly losing consciousness. Only then did her husband review the camera footage and see the delivery driver, identifiable by her purple hair, spraying the food with what was later believed to be pepper spray.
The driver who was caught on camera tampering with a customer’s meal has officially been caught. Kourtney Stevenson, 29, was arrested in Kentucky and is facing multiple felony charges, including Consumer Product Tampering and Battery Resulting in Moderate Injury.
Despite her claiming she was just "spraying a spider," investigators didn't buy it—especially since it was 35°F outside! The couple she targeted ended up in agony, suffering from burning in their throats and stomachs.
This is exactly why we have to be careful. You can watch the shocking footage that led to her arrest right here:
This is not just a story meant to shock. It is a warning.
Food is not just a product. Food enters your body. It affects your health, your safety, and sometimes your survival. When you eat, you are placing immense trust in whoever prepared, handled, transported, and delivered that meal. In the past, food was prepared by family, trusted neighbors, or professionals working under strict oversight. Today, we are expected to trust complete strangers because an app tells us to.
That is a major shift, and we should not ignore its consequences.
Technology Is a Tool, Not a Guarantee of SafetyTechnology can be useful. Phones, apps, and delivery services were created to make life easier. But convenience does not automatically mean safety. There is a dangerous belief today that because something is popular, widely advertised, and used by millions, it must be safe. That is not always true.
Food delivery apps rely heavily on volume. Their main goal is to get as many drivers on the road as possible and as many orders delivered as possible. While companies often claim they conduct background checks, those checks are limited. A clean police record does not mean a person has good character. It only means they have not been caught.
Most delivery drivers are decent people trying to earn a living. That must be said clearly. But the system does not filter for emotional stability, moral judgment, or impulse control. And when food is involved, even one bad actor is one too many.
The Illusion of Safety and the Reality of RiskFood delivery creates a long chain of handling: the restaurant, the packaging, the pickup, the transport, the drop-off, and finally you. Each step introduces risk. Once the food is left unattended on a porch or hallway, anything can happen. Cameras catch some incidents, but many homes do not have them.
Think about people with allergies. Think about elderly individuals. Think about children. How many people may have gotten sick, choked, or worse without ever knowing why?
This is not paranoia. This is awareness.
Tipping Culture and EntitlementAnother uncomfortable truth must be addressed: entitlement.
No one has the right to tamper with food because they are unhappy with a tip. If someone accepts a job knowing the pay structure, they are responsible for doing that job with integrity. Doctors, nurses, pilots, security guards, cleaners, retail workers, and many others do not receive tips, yet they perform their duties professionally every day.
Tipping is optional, not a moral obligation enforced by threat. When entitlement turns into retaliation, it becomes dangerous. And when that retaliation involves food, it becomes potentially deadly.
Low pay is a real issue, but poisoning or tampering with someone’s meal is never justified. If a job is unbearable, the responsible choice is to leave it, not to harm others.
Weak Oversight and Corporate DetachmentThe harsh reality is that large corporations are insulated from the consequences of these incidents. Executives are not ordering food through these apps daily. They have private chefs, trusted staff, and controlled environments. When something goes wrong, the burden falls on the customer, not the company.
Reports are filed. Apologies are issued. Life goes on.
But for families affected, the damage is real.
| Kourtney N. Stevenson (Courtesy: McCracken County Jail) |
There was a time when food was prepared at home, shared at the table, and treated with respect. Vulnerable people were assisted by trusted caregivers, not anonymous gig workers rushing against a timer.
Cooking is not always easy. Life is busy. But learning to prepare simple meals, buying groceries, and eating in places where you can see your food being made restores control. It reduces risk. It strengthens self-reliance.
You do not need to embrace every new technology simply because it exists. Wisdom lies in knowing what to accept and what to refuse.
Teaching the Next GenerationChildren must be taught early that they are not entitled to everything they want. Entitlement breeds resentment, and resentment leads to harmful behavior. Love is not giving without limits. Love is teaching truth, discipline, and responsibility.
A society that avoids correction creates adults who cannot handle disappointment. And when disappointment meets access to someone else’s food, the results can be tragic.
This world is not as gentle as it once was. That does not mean we should live in fear, but it does mean we must live with awareness. Your life is not a gamble. Your health is not a convenience fee.
If there is one habit worth reconsidering as we move forward, it is cooked food delivery from strangers. Prepare your meals when you can. Eat where accountability exists. Teach your children caution, patience, and responsibility.
Technology should serve humanity, not endanger it.
Sometimes, the old ways were not outdated. They were wise.
Photo by Mikhail Nilov
I have not discussed my struggle with being lactose intolerant, how to adapt to it, or how to manage it. Many people can relate, and I wanted to write this blog post because the brand sent me this product and I genuinely felt the need to share my experience. Anyone who is lactose intolerant knows the struggle.
For the longest time, my condition was one of those quiet struggles I just dealt with in private. I laughed it off, avoided certain foods without explanation, or simply accepted the discomfort as “normal.” But if you know, you know. Being lactose intolerant isn’t just about skipping milk. It’s a daily series of small decisions, awkward moments, and sometimes uncomfortable consequences.
The real struggles of being lactose intolerantOne of the biggest struggles is food anxiety. You’re constantly reading labels, scanning menus, and asking questions that make you feel like “that person.” You hesitate before ordering dessert. You debate whether that creamy pasta is worth the consequences. You tell yourself, maybe just this once," and then immediately regret it later.
Going out to eat is a whole situation. When friends suggest brunch, pizza night, or ice cream runs, your mind starts racing. Does this restaurant use butter in everything? Is there hidden milk in the sauce? Will there be anything I can eat without worrying about how my stomach will react an hour later?
Social events are another challenge. These events include family gatherings, weddings, and holidays. Someone proudly announces they made a dish especially for you, and you’re standing there wondering if they remembered that cheese, cream, or milk still counts as dairy. You don’t want to be rude, but you also don’t want to spend the rest of the night uncomfortable.
Then there’s the practical side. Carrying backup snacks. Eating before you leave the house just in case. Timing meals so you’re not stuck dealing with symptoms while commuting, working, or running errands. It’s not dramatic, but it’s constant.
How lactose intolerance works in the bodyTo really understand lactose intolerance, it helps to understand what’s happening inside the body. Lactose is a natural sugar found in milk and dairy products. In order to digest lactose properly, the body needs an enzyme called lactase.
Lactase is produced in the small intestine. Its job is to break lactose down into two simpler sugars: glucose and galactose. These smaller sugars can then be absorbed through the intestinal wall and used by the body for energy.
When someone is lactose intolerant, their body doesn’t produce enough lactase. As a result, lactose passes through the small intestine undigested and ends up in the large intestine. This is where the trouble starts.
In the large intestine, bacteria ferment the undigested lactose. This fermentation process produces gas and draws water into the bowel, which leads to bloating, cramping, discomfort, and other digestive symptoms. The organs mainly involved are the small intestine, where lactase should be working, and the large intestine, where symptoms begin when lactose isn’t properly digested.
Some people are born with lactose intolerance, though this is rare. More commonly, people develop it over time. In many cases, lactase production naturally decreases after childhood. For others, lactose intolerance can begin after illness, gut infections, surgery, or conditions that affect the digestive system. It can also appear gradually, which is why many people don’t realize what’s happening at first.
Signs, symptoms, and how it feels day to dayThe symptoms of lactose intolerance vary from person to person, but they usually show up within 30 minutes to a few hours after consuming dairy. Common signs include bloating, stomach cramps, gas, nausea, and diarrhea.
For me personally, I start feeling off. There’s this uncomfortable awareness in my stomach, like something just isn’t sitting right. Then comes the bloating and that familiar fear of my stomach being all over the place. It’s not just physical discomfort; it’s the anxiety of not knowing how severe it’s going to get or how long it will last.
When this happens regularly, it can affect your mood, your confidence, and even your relationship with food. You start associating certain meals with discomfort instead of enjoyment.
Coping with lactose intoleranceMany people cope by avoiding dairy altogether. Cutting out milk, cheese, cream, and butter can help reduce symptoms significantly. Some switch to lactose-free products or plant-based alternatives, which has become much easier over the years.
Others find balance by limiting portions, choosing certain types of dairy that are easier to digest, or paying close attention to how their body reacts. It’s about learning what works for you and respecting your body.
Another solution is using lactase enzyme supplements, which help your body digest lactose when you do choose to eat dairy. This is where Milkaid comes in.
I saw something today that truly broke my heart. I saw two teenage girls with a woman who had two babies. I wasn’t completely sure who the babies belonged to, but I believe they were the woman’s, because one of the babies called her “Mummy.”
At one point, the woman asked one of the teenage girls to look after one of the babies while she went to check something, possibly bus details. While the girl was holding the baby, she was vaping. What upset me most was that the baby was right in front of her face while she was vaping, and the vapor was going straight toward the baby. The woman saw the teen smoke yet nothing was said or done.
The girl even made videos of herself vaping while the baby so close. Watching this made me extremely uncomfortable. I wanted to ask her to please step away from the baby, but I didn’t. I was not sure of how the lady would react when she got back and there were people watching but I kept itching to say something honestly.
It made me wonder how children and teenagers reach a point where smoking becomes so normal at such a young age, and how some adults appear to accept it without concern, even in public spaces and around babies. I’m not saying smoking is good in any situation, but seeing it done so casually and so close to a baby was deeply upsetting.
When that teen was vaping directly near the baby’s face, she wasn't just creating a plume of flavored air; she was releasing a cocktail of chemicals directly into the most vulnerable person's developing respiratory system.
Immediate Effects on a Baby:
- Respiratory Distress: A baby's lungs are tiny and still developing. The ultrafine particles, heavy metals (like nickel, tin, and lead), and volatile organic compounds (VOCs) in vape aerosol can cause immediate irritation and inflammation. This can trigger or worsen asthma, bronchitis, and other respiratory infections.
- Nicotine Exposure: Vapes contain high levels of nicotine. Even passively inhaling the aerosol leads to nicotine absorption. For a baby, nicotine is a potent neurotoxin that affects their developing brain.
- Increased Risk of SIDS: Exposure to any secondhand smoke or aerosol has been linked to an increased risk of Sudden Infant Death Syndrome (SIDS).
Long-Term Effects on a Child:
- Pulmonary Damage: Constant exposure can lead to chronic lung conditions and reduced lung function later in life. They are essentially starting life with a handicap on their respiratory system.
- Neurodevelopmental Issues: Nicotine exposure in early life can cause lasting problems with brain development, potentially affecting attention, learning, and impulse control.
- The Addiction Pathway: This is incredibly disturbing. The baby's body is absorbing nicotine (a highly addictive substance) through passive exposure. While they are not choosing to smoke, their body is being physiologically primed for addiction. This early, involuntary exposure could theoretically lower the threshold for them becoming smokers or vapers themselves later in life, a truly cruel start.
Why Teens Think It’s "Cool"
The sight of the teen recording herself while smoking perfectly illustrates part of the problem. Why do teens take up vaping?
- The "Cool" Factor: Vaping companies, despite regulations, use marketing that appeals to youth, from fun flavors (like "Gummy Bear" or "Strawberry Milk") to sleek, tech-like devices. It's often framed as a rebellious, sophisticated, or modern alternative to traditional smoking, a way to fit in or appear edgy on social media.
- Misinformation: There's a widespread, but dangerous, belief that vaping is "just water vapor" or "harmless." This misinformation, often spread peer-to-peer, dismisses the real chemical dangers.
- Stress and Anxiety: Some teens use it as a coping mechanism, mistaking the rush of nicotine for relaxation or stress relief.
- Accessibility: Vapes are often easier to obtain and conceal than cigarettes, making them a more accessible vice.

It is raining book review on my blog and I hope everyone is loving it.
Are you looking for a book to read this festvie peroid, then go pick up Two's A charm, I mean why not?
I’m absolutely buzzing to tell you about the latest cozy fantasy that completely charmed my socks off: Two's a Charm by the super talented Heather Spellman. Seriously, if you love sister stories, small-town magic, and a touch of mischief (think Gilmore Girls meets Wicked), you need to clear your reading list right now.
This isn't just a book; it's a hug in novel form, with a dark, magical twist. Get ready, because I'm giving you the ultimate, spoiler-free A to Z breakdown of why this witchy tale is a must-read, followed by what made my reader heart swoon.
This is what the story is about:
We meet our two heroines, the sisters Effie and Bonnie. Even though they live in the same house in the same magical town, they couldn't be more different or further apart emotionally.
Effie is the quiet powerhouse. She’s reserved, introverted, and finds her deepest comfort in the safety of the town's huge, dusty library. Her magic is meticulous and contained. She’s the sensible one, the one who follows the rules and is maybe a little too good at hiding away from the world.
Then there’s Bonnie. She is pure sparkle and charisma. The witch everyone loves. Her magic is big, flashy, and sometimes a little messy, just like her life. Bonnie desperately wants to prove her worth to everyone, especially after a recent, very public magical misfire. She’s trying too hard to be the 'perfect' witch.
Their lives are separate until a figure from their past reappears: their estranged Uncle Oswald. Now, Oswald is smooth, charismatic, and seems to be genuinely charming. He arrives with a plea, telling Bonnie that his grand, magical plan to help Yellowbrick Grove, something that will bring huge power and recognition just needs a small, temporary magical boost from her.
Bonnie, desperate to fix her reputation and eager for a quick dose of power, agrees to help Oswald. She sees it as her chance to prove she’s a powerful, competent witch.
But here’s where things go sideways: the spell Misfires. It doesn't just fail; it actively creates a new problem. Instead of a temporary boost, the spell unleashes a tide of dark, sinister magic across Yellowbrick Grove, threatening to corrupt the town’s very essence. Worse, Oswald is absolutely thrilled! It turns out his motives weren't innocent at all. He was seeking that dark power all along, using Bonnie as his magical tool.
Effie, who was always skeptical of Oswald’s sudden appearance and easy charm, is the first to notice the creeping, dangerous changes in the town’s atmosphere and the behavior of the townsfolk.
Suddenly, Bonnie’s fear and Effie’s skepticism collide. Bonnie realizes she’s been terribly used and her attempt to fix her life has potentially destroyed their home. Effie realizes she can't hide in her library anymore; she has to use her controlled, powerful magic to fight back.
This forces the two sisters, who have been avoiding a real conversation for ages to actually unite.
They have to learn how to put aside their old rivalries, their petty fights, and their long-held resentments. They need to figure out how to merge Effie's controlled, book-smarts magic with Bonnie's big, flashy, emotional magic.
The story becomes a thrilling journey of sisterly negotiation and cooperation. They are chasing down Oswald, trying to reverse a dark curse they accidentally unleashed, all while constantly bickering and slowly, grudgingly, rediscovering how much they truly rely on and love each other.
Subscribe to:
Comments (Atom)
Pin this post:
If you found this post enjoyable, kindly consider pinning it. Thank you, and may God bless you.




