Small Faces

we are nothing like a sitcom family. My only family is my drunk, druggy, prostitute mother, who is not exactly the ideal person to bring to an elementary school career day. My mother, whom I call by her first name, Katherine, and myself live in a small, shoe box sized one-bedroom, one-bath apartment. I sleep in the bedroom on a mattress that rests on the floor;…

IN THE BRIEF MOMENTS FOLLOWING HIS DEATH, Senator Donald Welt was sure of one thing, he was dead. That much he knew for certain. But there were other things he didn’t know of course. The small things, the details. Who had shot him? Why had they shot him? What was next? That final question seemed most pressing for the time being, a question he claimed to know the answer to throughout his entire political career. It’s so easy for the living to talk about death, but for the dead it was no laughing…

other while controlled by it. I was to ship away in 7 days. It was Christmas, 1944. Possibly the last time I was to ever see my family. I didn’t want to leave my family. Growing up with them on a farm, my small, silent family, they were some of the only people I truly knew. The same faces I saw every day at my school were not the people I truly bonded with. It was my brother, my father, and my mother. I could almost hear the slow wind outside. It reminded me I was to go away so soon. I…

It was nearly a 100 degrees and all I could think was the cold ocean wind breezing past my face back at home. But I soon realized this was insignificant compared to experience that would soon come. The program had many challenges we had to face. But one of which impacted me the most, was known as “living like a local day”. A couple weeks into the program a group of seventeen people and I were given the challenge to…

On my way over to his house I was contemplating doing the unexpected, but I needed the money badly. As I walked down the street I walked into a convenience store and bought a knife. It was a plain switchblade with about the size of a pencil. It was small and cheap but it could get the job done. The guy at the store had asked, “Are you…

in the middle of the review to speed up the process and be eligible for a small bribe to do more work next year. This process if done correctly, which it rarely is, can be beneficial to the company and the employee by providing honest feedback about good and bad performance areas. It also provides a means for career path development, again when done correctly. Correcting this is one of the biggest challenges that RMFD faces in addition to the lack…

My mother is not an exceptionally beautiful woman. She would not be remembered as a modern-day Helen of Troy, whose face launched a thousand ships, or a sumptuous vixen like Marilyn Monroe. She is a woman who seamlessly blends into a crowd, with a face people could confuse with another; maybe a friend's mom, a distant relative or the owner of a bakery down the street. She has the face of a million women and none of them are exceptionally special; none of them exceptionally beautiful. My mother…

in its final round; long after her energy to carry on had abandoned her. Margaux endured “””, not because she hoped to recover, but because she was afraid of what would become of Tom. That was Margaux. All the while staring death directly in the face, the only thing she feared was what would become of her Thomas. The moribund status of Margaux left Tom in a position only to watch and offer his comfort. As the cancer continued to spread through her brain, Tom tried to maintain composure but…

Same as the global team, the manager had to know the different team member back ground. He had to identify and be prepare for potential conflicts before they arise. The problems can be exactly the same as a global team, but here, they appear in a face to face situation. This situation can bring more negative feelings. In front of conflicts, team members can be rebel, aggressor, or blocker. These feelings can totally block the project, and the team efficiency. Here, is an everyday life…

Technology serves a very strong purpose in the world. I say cellular devices have more of an affect with this generation. I can’t walk down the street without seeing someone’s face planted into a screen of any kind. I feel separated from the world even though it’s right at my fingertips. Crazy how something so small can hold so much “knowledge”. Wrap your mind around this, one person sends or receives, on average, 110 text message a day. The average person sends 120 emails in one day. Ridiculous…