Personal life
We use cookies to give you the best experience possible. By continuing we’ll assume you’re on board with our cookie policy My niece was in a bed, undergoing chemotherapy for leukemia. We never know why one is chosen rather than another but my feelings were mixed. In one sense, there were times when I hated […]
Read moreWe use cookies to give you the best experience possible. By continuing we’ll assume you’re on board with our cookie policy It was November 6, 1990 in the small town of Clinton, South Carolina where my parents, Sherri Johnson and Ricky Johnson Sr. , separated from their eight-year marriage. There are numerous explanations for their […]
Read moreWe use cookies to give you the best experience possible. By continuing we’ll assume you’re on board with our cookie policy She hoped that I would die in the accident and she would be able to continue her life without the burden of a child she had never wanted. What she didn’t anticipate was breaking […]
Read moreWe use cookies to give you the best experience possible. By continuing we’ll assume you’re on board with our cookie policy The river was like a blue undulated area extending before us for miles. Lush green mountains and forest can also be seen surrounding the river and acting as its safety barriers, the gentle breeze […]
Read moreWe use cookies to give you the best experience possible. By continuing we’ll assume you’re on board with our cookie policy A student at Eastern College had just graduated from college with a degree in education. She was headed out into the world and wondering where her future would lead her. She went and interviewed […]
Read moreWe use cookies to give you the best experience possible. By continuing we’ll assume you’re on board with our cookie policy People at a young age, become very depended on their parents, and later on, find it very hard to go somewhere without their parents. During the summer of last year, my parents had given […]
Read moreWe use cookies to give you the best experience possible. By continuing we’ll assume you’re on board with our cookie policy I’m lying on my bed in the position in which the cell’s previous occupiers now lie six feet under, in the cemetery three hundred yards to the north. I stare at the tattooed walls, […]
Read moreWe use cookies to give you the best experience possible. By continuing we’ll assume you’re on board with our cookie policy The purpose of this study is to tell honestly, what I think about my race, the way we live and the disadvantages I had to face thorough my life. In this paper, I try […]
Read moreWe use cookies to give you the best experience possible. By continuing we’ll assume you’re on board with our cookie policy My mother took no concern whatever and just told me that we were going to be leaving Zimbabwe, my home country, on twenty sixth of December. At first I thought it was just like […]
Read moreWe use cookies to give you the best experience possible. By continuing we’ll assume you’re on board with our cookie policy When I began to read Edmundson’s article, I attempted to sense an overall theme that, for me would characterize the tone of his piece. I felt that if I found what was holding it […]
Read moreWe use cookies to give you the best experience possible. By continuing we’ll assume you’re on board with our cookie policy My name is Charley and I am an older man living in an apartment complex in New York City in the 1950’s. I am a large man, and this physical trait lends to my […]
Read moreWe use cookies to give you the best experience possible. By continuing we’ll assume you’re on board with our cookie policy Lesson 1: Things don’t always work out as they are planned. My mother never wanted to live in Las Vegas; she actually never wanted to leave the East Coast. She grew up in a […]
Read moreWe use cookies to give you the best experience possible. By continuing we’ll assume you’re on board with our cookie policy My legs where aching with every step and my blisters throbbed more and more as we carried on further away from civilization, the small and very narrow gravel path carried on in the distance. […]
Read moreWe use cookies to give you the best experience possible. By continuing we’ll assume you’re on board with our cookie policy Since her childhood in India, Pooja Sharma, aged twenty-three, believed she was destined for different things. “Since I was little, my mom says I was very different,” she begins. “I just wanted to do […]
Read moreWe use cookies to give you the best experience possible. By continuing we’ll assume you’re on board with our cookie policy It was not really an unusual night. It was a spring evening, a little chilly but easily handled by a light sweatshirt. It was never a struggle to get everyone together for a drink […]
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