A Memorable Place to Live The sun sets at about quarter to six. Kids begin to come out of their houses like bats come out of their caves, ready to start playing something, anything that would come to mind. This is how my barrio was when I was growing up. I have lived in Juarez all my life an...

FRIGHT OVER FIGHT There has been something that has always bothered me since the second the event concluded. I remember perfectly the sounds of that day and vividly remember the images of my friend being thrown into a tree and receiving blows from someone who was twice his size and age. I remember...

A Cold Winter It was in the middle of winter on a dark smoggy night, chills were running through the house in and out of my room like a quiet ghost silently coming and silently going. As I lie awake in my bed thinking of what the next day should bring, my eye's start to grow heavy a...

My childhood was filled with a bunch of moving around and learning to accept new ideas. The biggest, and probably the most difficult idea to cope with was that I would never live with the same pair of parents. My biological parents never married, and split up right after I was born, here in Baton ...

Alcoholism;Does It Only Affect The User? Many people don't realize how greatly alcoholic parents affect children. I have experienced most of the effects myself. Growing up in the house under the supervision of an alcoholic can be very painful. Doing this paper gave me a lot of insight on my...

There has been more talk than usual lately about the abuse and angry beating of helpless people, mostly children and many women. I think about it. I have never been beaten, so empathy is my only weapon against the ugliness I know vicariously. On the radio someone talks about a chain of violence. Whe...