Glitter

than my elbows outstretched / and just as tall as my head. / A small room from which to sing / open the doors / with my cold graceful mouth, / my rigid lips, my silences / dead as yesterday, / cruel as the children / and cold as the coins / that glitter / in your pink fist” (Rose 44-55). This shows that even after death, her husband is still ruining what little she had by taking away her ability to sing, by restricting her to a tiny room, as well as making her mouth cold and rigid. Through this,…

Have you ever been to a place that left an impact on you? A place that was so exceptional and special to you that it nested itself into your mind? A place that you just could not forget because it was almost too fascinating to seem real? Well, for me that place is Hawaii. As a kid, my parents brought my siblings and I to Hawaii for a vacation, and to this day it remains the most pleasurable place I have ever visited. Although there are so many things that have stuck in my mind about Hawaii, the…

The morning starts bright and early, children arrive, their eyes are filled with excitement. Singing and dancing takes place, children laughing and playing with friends; they learn new stories and something new each day of the week. There is glitter, glue, paper, and stickers on the floor. Kids are surrounding you, wanting you to be their new best friend. Some children already know about Jesus and stories from the Bible. Whereas others, do not and their faith is now being planted and is starting…

Globalization is mainly a blend of different nations, its people, cultures, etc. It is also the process by which several corporations develop international influence and start operating on an international scale. Some might argue that it is the road to success in view of its huge benefits but to others including myself it is the road to devastation. Although it may have many benefits but its negative impacts to the society, environment and the nation as a whole greatly outweigh its benefits.…

Big Bird I was a freshman going to prom. That was a big freaking deal! My heart fluttered as I prepared to tell my mother. The boy, Josiah, had randomly asked me if I was interested in going. There was no glitter poster with a clever phrase written on it. No big gesture using an insane amount of background dancers. Thank goodness that didn’t happen or I might have thrown up. Actually, an essay about vomiting would have been significantly more interesting. When I told my mom that Josiah had…

I was around the age of Ten when I first caught a fish in Canada. It was in the middle of a hot summer day. There was the smell of newly bloomed flowers in the air. We were getting ready to board the boat when a bald eagle soared across the baby blue summer sky. The engine had just been turned on, and you could hear the steady beating drum of the motor, and you could smell the pungent odor of gasoline being burned. We had been gliding and bouncing over the dark murkey water for what felt like…

forty inches tall, there on the ever so cold and rigid pew I sat during Sunday morning mass. Although I never really paid any attention, for my mother had supplied me with a rectangular notebook so prodigiously embellished with amethyst pigmented glitter and my glaring fuchsia pen topped with a similarly colored feather. I would spend that whole hour cascading through my mind, building a story, while my pen followed only milliseconds behind, dancing in patterns of curlicues, zig zags and…

The American Delusion Khaled Hosseini’s The Kite Runner provides a glimpse not only into the soul-twisting nature of betrayal but to the fallacy known as the American Dream This ideal that stresses social mobility, and prosperity is one that falls short of its prosperity because America is not the trampoline of success, such growth comes about through the internal transformation of the being. In the novel, Amir manages to reconcile his past sins after moving to America, a significant detail…

It is often interesting viewing your world and reality through the eyes of other people, listening as they decipher and make assumptions, none all that accurate, about the facts, while you 're left to live those facts. Americans have a lot of opinions about Haiti and about as many questions too. As soon as people know that I’m Haitian, I get flooded with questions that I highly doubt they want the answers to: “Why is Haiti so poor?” “Do you do voodoo?” “Where does all the relief money go?” “Why…

Growing up, I lived in a house on the north side of Columbus, Ohio. With one floor, two bathrooms, and three bedrooms, the house was filled to the brim with my five person family. As a little girl, I didn’t mind the smallness of everything; to me, our home was just cozy. From kindergarten to eighth grade, I went to a school where everyone had the same kind of house as me. Everything I grew up with seemed like the norm because, up until that point, I hadn’t known any different. My family had two…