My life experiences at the time, forced me to mature as a person. My childhood sped up faster than most kids, but whenever I had time to myself, I'd allow myself to go back to those memories. I'd collect my cards, draw more pictures, and follow the examples Atem had set for me. To be confident, ...
Sophomore year of high school, five months after Hurricane Katrina hit the Gulf Coast, I spent my February vacation in Mississippi doing hurricane relief. This is my tale of those gloriously horrific days.
This is a rambling essay which I hope to include in a longer draft later.
It endeavors to depict life as seen by a 8 yr old boy - the strangers ; the strange familiarity of his hereditary .
this piece deals with the image I have of seeing this blowsy woman coming through a field in West Clare