There's no way to describe the feeling of helplessness. Since I was a little girl, I can remember my mothers' illness. I can remember her playing with us, regardless of how much pain she was in, just because she cared that much. Now I'm eighteen, and the same woman still pushes...

There's no way to describe the feeling of helplessness. Since I was a little girl, I can remember my mothers' illness. I can remember her playing with us, regardless of how much pain she was in, just because she cared that much. Now I'm eighteen, and the same woman still pushes...

More than a sport, soccer is a passion, the feeling of adrenaline, the feeling of a won game, and the sadness and disillusion of a lost game, it's what makes it special. I have played soccer all my life, the first time I participated in a league I was 8 years old then and all the other guys were 11...

The scariest thing for many kids at the age of five, is attending to kindergarten the first day of school. The terror for them is the ugliest feeling because they are going to be separated from their parents, and they ignore the unknown without them. After attending, and get to know every kid, they...

The first thing that comes to mind when I think of my mother is her ability to reason. For as long as I can remember, my brother and I have fought. Im not talking about physically fighting, although we've had our share of those, im talking about the "he stole my toy", or ...

THE MIGHTY WINDS OF NATURE (Narrating) July 23, 1979 was a hot summer afternoon in Mullins SC that many town folk will remember forever. Many remember it as the day the mighty winds of nature came calling. This afternoon began no different from any other afternoon. Families were doing their...

Feet dancing, children playing, women bearing the weight of their "new-born" on their backs, intoxicated fathers laughing and cheering. I am talking about the dusty, overcrowded pathways found in the heart of my "habitat", Soweto... It appears to be a cheerful situation, but all ...

A couple of months ago I went to the park with my nephew. I remember the day like is was yesterday. The weather was cool and clouds were overhead. I sat by myself and watched him play and watched everything happen around me. I wasn't expecting to find so many interesting things just watching pe...

"When We Two Parted" is a romantic poem about a secret love, a love that is lost. The persona is speaking of this lost love and how it has affected him. His heart, which has not let go of this love, is broken and he is dwelling on these feelings. This poem brings the reader back to a t...

All for Daddy Henry Louis Gates, Jr. admired his father as a young boy, however he wished he could spend more time with him. "Daddy worked all the time, every day but Sunday" (78). This was similar to my father's working habits. He would work all day from early in th...