Louisiana Snowball OnslaughtLouisiana Snowball OnslaughtLouisiana Snowball Onslaught2 hours ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
I believe that my mother and I saved ice for a couple days for this event. For the second time in my life, snow was to fall in South Louisiana. I was nearly 13 and the coming snow storm was the second I'd ever seen. The first of these occurred when I was only six or so, but, it didn't stick for long and certainly didn't accumulate to the point that I could roll it up in a ball and throw it into anyone's face. This time I was going to make certain it stuck.
I had always wanted a snowball fight though. Or even just to hold a ball of in my hand and marvel at the pristine white. You see, when you grow up without something that can be readily viewed in the television, it begins to acquire a certain majestic quality that those who experience it normally simply can't appreciate. This, I believe, is easily summed up by the “grass is greener on the other side of the fence” analogy.
Two hours before the storm, I emptied our ice into the bed of our
Charlotte's BioCharlotte’s Bio:Charlotte's Bio7 hours ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Charlotte has a human form but she is far from it. She is a Decepticon, She curl to others sometimes even to her Twin brother and she hate Humans they bug her, she can’t stand Autobots but she can stand her brother who is one. She is 17 and has long black hair with blue eyes, she wear a light purple Decepticon symbol on her dark purple jacket. She is curl and can turn her hands into a cannon that can shoot energy blast. She can make a jetpack onto her back and fly places at the speed of sound.
Memorial DayIt’s Memorial Day, and I’m thinking about my family; which is to say, my grandparents, Nana and Gumpy, and my uncle Ross, who lived with them. I lived with them from age six weeks to about three-and-a-half years. That statement merely scratches the surface of our relationship.Memorial Day20 hours ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Nana was born in Nova Scotia in 1896. She didn’t talk about her father, other than to say he “died in the war.” Logically, given the era and location in which she lived, that would have been the Boer War; but I have been unsuccessful in finding any trace of him. Nana adored her mother, and clearly got from her, love, nurturing, and sense of responsibility to the people and animals with which she lived.
I was very close to Nana. From her I learned cooking, sewing, how to keep a house, and how to play. I spent my school vacations with her, either at her apartment in Watertown, Mass. or at her summer house in South Berwick, Maine. When in Watertown, we’d quickly tidy the house aft
BelongingHome is one cat burrowing into my chest and the other staring in challenge as if I can stare back. It's the dog butting her head gently against my knee, asking for a scratch behind her ears. It's his mom clasping my hands mid-conversation, his grandmother's feather-light touch on my shoulder as she walks by, his brother's poking and prodding, his sister-in-law's impassioned storytelling, the raucous laughter of his dad and his mom's best friend. It's rain pelting the rooftop, but sunshine indoors. It's the smell of burgers grilling, the ambient noise of the television playing in the background. But maybe most of all, home is the surge of warmth I feel when I glance down at him, sprawled out on the leather couch with an arm draped around my waist, humming softly along with who knows what tune for only me to hear.Belonging5 hours ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
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A volte, quando mi annoio, esco in giardino.
Accade che mi ricopro di terra e fingo di essere una patata.
Sometimes, when I get bored, I go out in the garden.
It happens that I cover up with mud and pretend to be a potato.