If My Heart Had Windows

little and to this day. My dad was in the military and died a month after I was born. I guess I could say that I met him, but I don’t remember him at all. My mom was working so hard over the years to provide for us , but one night I guess the stress ate her up completely and she died in her sleep. I was only 5 years old , so I lived with my grandma. My grandpa died before I was born, so when my grandma died when I was 15 ,I was completely alone. Although, I did have my childhood friend. Her…

The title of my gallery exhibit is called “Windows To The Soul.” As a child, I had to grow up far behind my years and I have to learn to mask what was going on the inside by decorating what was the outside. I became aware that one feature about yourself that you cannot mask is one’s eyes. Throughout my life, I have always been told that our eyes are the windows to the soul. Through our eyes is truly where our truth lies, truly where you will find the emotions that our looks will hide. Exposing…

through the window onto my old worn out chair. I had fallen asleep there from the night before, drifting away in my thoughts about all I had done when I was young. I was so proud and satisfied with what I had accomplished, and even though most of the world looked at me as a monster, I couldn't be more proud about who I was. I had escaped from my worst nightmare, and ended up in an old dilapidated apartment in southern Argentina. My name, Josef Mengele, was on countless kill lists, and my head…

The demise of her spouse had presented to her another world with immaculate life.…

was all it took for me to wake me from my four hour and a half nap. I readjusted in my seat to look out the large window that my head had just been resting only to observe grimy white subway tiles and cracked gray concrete. Quickly, I realized that we were driving through the Lincoln Tunnel that connects New Jersey to New York City. The small, hazy, yellow lights that filled the tunnel bounced off the red velour bus seats, creating strange patterns; I held my breathe, waiting for the tunnel to…

would sponsor our softball team?" "Let me get back with you." A few days later a note arrived in my school mailbox from Ed Carey, the Dean of Students at Colgate Rochester Crozer Divinity School, stating my request had been approved and to go to the business office to pick up my check. I walked upstairs to the business office, informed the administrator I was there to pick up the check, which he had waiting on his desk. Before he handed it over to me he asked, "What is this for again?" "A…

abundance of colorful flowers and roses at my old house in Portland. My dad decided on this gorgeous day to teach my brothers and I how to play golf. After lunch, he took us out into our backyard, which was huge, to begin his lesson. My dad started by giving each of us a different golf club. I remembered that I received a 5 iron. MY brother David obtained…

Throughout my life, I have been the victim of several burglaries. At the age of seven, someone, in broad daylight, broke into our house and shot my dad in the chin. I was displaced to my aunt's house for weeks and missed most of my 1st grade year. When I was seventeen, I walked in on my home being robbed by some local kids. They were upstairs when I came into the house and escaped through a window, but the idea that I could have come home earlier still haunts me. Although those experiences…

the teacher’s monotone voice tirelessly instructed the students on their task at hand. My head pounded like a punching bag, continuously being struck at. The opaque, frosted windows made it difficult to divert my attention from the agonizing lecture. Past these windows, the delicate snowflakes fell peacefully until they met their end, welcoming destruction as if it was a friend of the past. The class in front of my eyes began to blur, eventually drifting into an endless, black surrounding. The…

hope and left me heartbroken. I used to think that my partner and I were two rain droplets on a window that came together to become one as they slipped down the window. It did bring me great happiness and joy for a couple of years. During that time, I loved the rain. It signified my love story. Then one day my love left me and it rained all night. Rain is a two faced beauty that ended my love story with sorrow. It was a hot, humid, rainy Saturday. My cousin was turning one, and his parents…