I suppose the money could’ve also doubled as abortion money if I ever needed that, which hopefully I never will. It’s just that, you could say it’s kind of commonplace around here that every girl in Saraland had a roll of twenties hoarded away somewhere as a plan B if it ever came down to that. But the money wasn’t the only thing in the box I didn’t want my parents knowing about. There were also some condoms hidden in there—now I don’t want you thinking that I’m some kind of slut here, because I’m not. Truthfully, I’m still a virgin. I just had them for the simple fact that they’d be there if and when I ever did need them. My friend Lettie Sheppard though, now there’s a slut for you. She could suck start a leaf blower, but I’ll …show more content…
I love Grandma Singer. Then, suddenly, I felt as if I had a thousand pound weight bearing down on my chest—as if a force was trying to burrow its way deep inside of me eager to rip out my heart. (So, a little about my Grandma Singer—she’s the coolest, toughest; four-foot six-inch old broad you’ll ever meet. She loves to gamble, smoke, drink, cuss, hunt, fish, race cars, make moonshine, and she cooks with tons-and-tons of butter. And I swear… if given the chance, she’d be a Madam managing her own burlesque house. My Grandma Singer is everything I inspire to be one day.) The news of Grandma Singer dying had hit me like a punch to the gut. I quickly became so wrought up that I hadn’t even noticed when my mama began consoling me when she’d wrapped her arms tightly around me. At that moment it was as if I was a million miles away and all I could feel was this impenetrable wall of sadness welling up inside of me. Looking back, I don’t think I’d ever felt more abject in my entire life than I did right then, curled up in my mama’s arms crying like a baby. But then my mama said something to my step daddy that had changed everything. She said, “So, what do you think is going to happen with her house up in New York
Stargirl was not like everyone else in Mica High. She was a unique individual with no restrictions to her own identity. But when Leo stressed the fact that she was so different, she undertook the task to change herself, for Leo’s sake. Even though Leo was euphoric with the new Susan Caraway, her shunning was not ebbed. The change did nothing for stargirl but cripple her jovial personality. Stargirl shouldn’t have changed herself for someone else’s motive, but should’ve kept herself the way she was, as your own happiness should be put before others, and there’s always someone that stays by your side no matter the notions made of you.
Susie’s mother opened the door to let Molly, Susie’s babysitter, inside. Ten-month old Susie seemed happy to see Molly. Susie then observed her mother put her jacket on and Susie’s face turned from smiling to sad as she realized that her mother was going out. Molly had sat for Susie many times in the past month, and Susie had never reacted like this before. When Susie’s mother returned home, the sitter told her that Susie had cried until she knew that her mother had left and then they had a nice time playing with toys until she heard her mother’s key in the door. Then Susie began crying once again.
She had been in New York for quite some time, doing well in school and with a brand new best friend. When she returned to her grandparents, she nurtured her grandpa in his last moments, and when he had taken his last breath a little bit of Jacqueline had slipped away as well. It isn’t that she hadn’t cherished the time with her grandfather, but as if his death was too sudden, and when she had started to really find her way in New York and South Carolina began to fade into a memory, the news was a wake up call.
Here Nanny had taken the biggest thing God ever made, the horizon-for no matter how far a person can go the horizon is still way beyond you-and pinched it in to such a little bit of a thing that she could tie it about her granddaughter's neck tight enough to choke her. She hated that old woman who had twisted her so in the name of lov...
I looked around at everyone in the room and saw the sorrow in their eyes. My eyes first fell on my grandmother, usually the beacon of strength in our family. My grandmother looked as if she had been crying for a very long period of time. Her face looked more wrinkled than before underneath the wild, white hair atop her head. The face of this once youthful person now looked like a grape that had been dried in the sun to become a raisin. Her hair looked like it had not been brushed since the previous day as if created from high wispy clouds on a bright sunny day.
In class you asked us to think about what was in your box, I figured it would be like a fake spider or snake. I never thought it would be condoms. After knowing what was in your box it opened up a whole new discussion because no one would have ever expected there to be condoms in the box. After we learned what was in your box you went around the room and asked us about our first experience buying condoms. I was glad to learn that I was not the only girl that has never bought condoms.
The story begins with Mama, and her daughter, Maggie, waiting in their yard for a visit from Dee. Walker uses the setting of the story to allow the reader to fully grasp the financial hardships that the family has had to bear. The house is described as having “three rooms, there are no real windows, just some holes cut in the sides, like the portholes in a ship, but not round and not square, with rawhide holding the shutters up on the outside” (Baym and Levine 1531). Dee is the daughter who couldn’t wait to leave home. In fact, she hated the house she grew up in. When it caught on fire many years ago, Mama wanted to ask her “Why don’t you do a dance around the ashes? She had hated the house that much” (Baym and Levine 1532). Dee’s family raised enough money for her to go to school and, as she moved away and became more educated, she lost sight of where she came from. Mama is not just waiting on her daughter to arrive but also wondering if she will be accepted by her. Her daughter is the complete opposite of her, and Mama sometimes dreams that “I am the way my daughter would want me to be: a hundred pounds lighter, my skin like an uncooked barley pancake. My hair glistens in the hot bright lights” (Baym and Levine 1531). Mama is a practical woman though and knows this is not the way things are. The reader realizes this when
Judy pov Judy had been sleeping yesterday after what happened it wasn’t that late and she still had classes to go to but, she didn’t, not with her face mark like that. Needless to say it was an awkward day as her and Nick were basically trapped together in the room. It had been two days
It had been a cold, snowy day, just a few days after Thanksgiving. My grandmother became immensely ill and unable to care for herself. We knew she had health problems but her sudden turn for the worst was so unexpected and therefore we weren’t prepared for the decisions that had to be made and the guilt we would feel. Where would grandma live? Would she be taken care of? So many concerns floated around. A solution was finally found and one that was believed to be the best or so we thought.
The speaker is visiting “home for the weekend, /from school, from the North,” and her grandma asks her, “How’s school a-goin’?” The speaker replies with “School’s fine,” holding back her emotions on her lifestyle in college. “I wanted to tell her/about the nights I cried into the familiar heartsick panels of the quilt she made me,/wishing myself home on the evening star./I wanted to tell her/the evening star was a planet,/that my friends wore noserings and wrote poetry/about sex, about alcoholism, about Buddha./ I wanted to tell her how my stomach burned acidic holes at the thought of speaking in class,/speaking in an accent, speaking out of turn,” Understanding is a vital part of the bonds people share. She knew her grandma couldn’t comprehend any of it. The speaker sensed her grandma would deem her friends inadequate. “I was tearing, splitting myself apart/with the slow-simmering guilt of being happy/despite it all.” In spite of the hardships, the speaker enjoyed it
“After a night of bad decision making, I knew it was time to make some good ones,” Lisa said. “I knew I had to get tested for STD’s and HIV, and I also wanted to take emergency contraception, just in case. I knew it would make me feel better and as they say ‘better safe than sorry.’”
Everything else is just sprinkles on the sundae.” – Paula Walker. My grandpa “Earnest Lachney Jr”, is important to me because he was an intelligent man. He was also a well-known man whom my family loved very much. In my eyes, Earnest made my cloudy skies turn to a bright sunny day, he was my father when my dad didn’t want to be. He raised me until I was thirteen, then I had to move back with my parents. As many people knew Earnest was a heavy drinker, he argued with my grandma for years. Yes, it bothered me but he was much more of a man than my father was at the time. Not everyone thought that he was the best husband in the community but he did treat my grandma and me like we were queens. My grandpa had the most amazing eyes that I loved, when I stared at him they made me feel like I was standing in front of an ocean. They were deep ocean blue and made me feel safe. The death of Earnest devastated me when my mom told me, my heart was completely broken. Til’ this day I pray for him to watch over my family and keep me safe. He was my hero in life and still will be even though he is no longer here with me. Everything about that man made me feel loved and when I think about the chills still come to me as I smile and see his face in the back of my mind. The world will never know my feelings toward that
It was a Monday night; I remember it like it was yesterday. I had just completed my review of Office Administration in preparation for my final exams. As part of my leisure time, I decided to watch my favorite reality television show, “I love New York,” when the telephone rang. I immediately felt my stomach dropped. The feeling was similar to watching a horror movie reaching its climax. The intensity was swirling in my stomach as if it were the home for the butterflies. My hands began to sweat and I got very nervous. I could not figure out for the life of me why these feelings came around. I lay there on the couch, confused and still, while the rings continued. My dearest mother decided to answer this eerie phone call. As she picked up, I sat straight up. I muted the television in hopes of hearing what the conversation. At approximately three minutes later, the telephone fell from my mother’s hands with her faced drowned in the waves of water coming from her eyes. She cried “Why?” My Grandmother had just died.
Slightly mournful, soft coos floated into the quiet bedroom; dove song borne along by the same gentle breeze which ruffled the white eyelet curtains. The aroma of frying bacon and homemade biscuits baking delighted my nose, overpowering my fleeting desire to stay snuggled in my cozy bed. I dressed quickly in the dim early morning light, I knew I could not appear at Grandma’s huge farm table in my pajamas. I joined my two brothers, Randy and Roger, along with my Grandpa at the chipped, white painted table. Grandma, dressed in a floral cotton housedress, her stockings rolled and tied at her knees, was stirring milk gravy in a black cast-iron skillet. Grandpa was first to be served a heaping plate of bacon, eggs, biscuits and gravy, followed by Randy and Roger. Grandma and I always ate last.
As soon as Mama appears on stage, before she speaks a single word, the stage directions tell us, the audience, that Mama is a strong woman (40). She has endured many things, among them the loss of a child, and now the loss of her husband and yet she preserves. As the play progresses we learn that Mama has managed to act as the head of the family in extremely tough times, working day in and day out. Instead of choosing to be bitter about her l...