… is that we need shelter. A place to call home. What type of person are we? Do we move around a lot? Are we looking for stability? Do we buy a house or do we rent? This is where a person often decides based on their personal needs. Renting or Buying…

… heart. I lived with my grandmother for many years when I was little. Her house always seemed to have something about it that set it apart from all the rest. As you walk into the front door of her house you notice a long, slender stairway that led…

… sofa, I sat waiting in the abandoned tip. Flashes of light shone through the cracks in the fence from passing streetcars, creating vivid dancing shadows from the dejected furniture surrounding me. This has been my routine for quite some time now, living…

… Smith. Smith resembles King so much that King thinks he is starring into a mirror when he addresses Smith. Heck, they even chew the same type of gum. Not only does smith resemble King, but he also shares his intellectual voracity, widely read in…

… Nicolaus Mills labels our recent cultural history as "the culture of triumph" In describing its persistence, Mills suggests that, "while the victories of the culture of triumph have been frequent, they have been largely hollow." The author looks at…

… noontime air was warm and steamy. I was tan and happy. My dad, my two sisters and I were driving through Acadia National Park on Mount Desert Island, in Maine. We stopped and parked at the foot of a mountain. The infamous Bubble Rock rested at its…

… refresh you with good dreams. Some people sleep like a rock and can never be woken up. When you dream many things can happen. You can have bad dreams that won't go away, or have good dreams that make you feel great and make you think, " What was…

… journal and if you (an invader of personal privacy) are reading this, I would strongly suggest you close it, put it down, and forget you ever saw these pieces of paper AND IF YOU DON'T: violent and painful punishments will be rewarded. …

… had just transpired!" This is what I said as I turned my sisters bird over on the ground and feathers flew all around me. It was a Friday morning when I said these words. I was at home by myself and I was very confused to what had actually just happened.…

… of my brothers' birthday party, at what was then our home in Irving. My mother had brought him home for us to meet and give our approval; Douglas Maynard would soon become my step-father and teach me the most important lesson I was to learn in life.…