I Feel Loved

often feels lonely and scared, though she acts fearless and self contained. But mostly she is alive. Nothing about her is more cherished by me than that. When I first knew my sister she was serious and separate from me. My parents had divorced and I fitted perfectly into the family my mother constructed with her boyfriend. She felt discarded, too old, too bitter a bad fit for this new situation. I remember being slapped and teased and her doing everything that she could do to make me feel her…

that were so different from where I grew up, I felt exactly like the description in Learn for the Love of God when it says, “I only knew that something exciting and a little terrifying was beginning” (Opitz and Melba 2). My actual expectations for the University of Northwestern, St. Paul were few, but my worries, questions and concerns seemed to be countless. Would college classes be too difficult for me? Did I make the right choice on where to go to college? Will I be able to be so far away…

Before I was born, my parents went on their honeymoon in California. Their stories were filled with amazing places, while their pictures showed the wonderful sights. I love when we sit on the front porch swing with the picture album and talk about their trip for hours. I can clearly imagine every little detail that my parents share with me. Their story has always fascinated me since the first time they told me the wild adventure. They had the most crazy adventures from skydiving to swimming…

boys and girls club itself but to the children as well. When I first heard of the boys and girls club I didn’t really understand what it was for. It just seemed like a place…

I think I know why the women in Romantic Comedies end up so happy Read more… So far, words of encouragement lie on every social media platform with hopes that 2017 serves as a fresh start for us all (especially us women) and that we all get fit, find love and kick ass without busting our asses. But of course, I believe that parts of the past that need to be acknowledged before we pledge our allegiance to a successful 2017. It wasn't till one November morning (2015) while celebrating my…

and having it brush between my toes always excites me with the feeling of gratification. Every time I would go to the beach I would hear the wailing seagulls hovering over the sand, and the glistening ocean. It always fascinated me to see people take a beautiful day to spend it at the beach. No matter what your age is the beach was always a place to relax and have fun with family and friends. When I was younger my parents would through a Beach party for me every summer, inviting family and…

essay she develops the moral of the story "it is distinctly possible to remain too long at the Fair.” I believe that this sentence holds a lot of meaning and depth. This sentence also shows us how she felt when she moved to New York and how she feels now living in New York. The purpose of this essay may be to show other young people what it is like to live in a world with out any understanding. I think Joan wants the readers to take away that sometimes we think things are great until we stay…

How can I ever forget about that day, it marked me so deep into my veins and it was written all over in papers.. It was one sunday afternoon and as I exit the parking lot into the building were the store I worked was located I felt this warm feeling rolling round and round not only in my belly but in my head.. The smell of cannabis drowned the whole building it was insanely gross. I speed walked as I covered my nose with my long sleeve shirt. I made my way to the back where only employees were…

a Snake I remember the day of November 6th, 2008, the day the incident happened. It was a sunny, beautiful shinny day outside, wind blowing, leaves falling kids running, and the smell of fresh air filled the place. That day was the day my friends and I decided we should go outside and chill. Tripping over the carpet in front of my door was just the beginning of my adventure’s life. That wasn’t the worse that had happened; of course I had injuries from working out the day before, but I decided…

After reading this book I thought to myself that I have never really experienced anything as traumatic as Sittser, or really anything traumatic compared to his story and the stories of those he had shared. Then, after that thought I then remembered that toward the beginning of the book he explicitly stated that everyone’s pain is different and cannot be compared. In addition, through out the book he consistently spoke about the difference between a fracture and an amputation. He explained that a…