A Sunday in the Park

The clash of reasonable arguments and brute strength might be a relevant matter in the modern society. Especially if you don’t know exactly how to cope with violent behaviour. Is violence bad or is it just an expression of strength and being a masculine person?

There was such anger in her heart, she hadn’t known it was there until she was alone on her mule riding the iron-hard miles. She had never been a bad mother, never truly a bad wife. She’d cared for her children . . . had lain with her husband even when she was tired and unwilling because these are the duties of a wife and mother” (Alderman 51).

The narrators interactions with his own children, his ruthless questioning and inability to let anything go, reflect on the amount of control he craves in his own life. The narrator sees Vasek on his way to work and says to him, “‘Hey there boy! Do we know each other?’ The boy looked up and replied, ‘Hi Dad. Maybe we do.’

The father’s relationship with the mother and his children does not appear to be a loving one. He makes his wife do the work of getting the children up in the middle of the night, unconcerned about the sleep that children need or the fact that his wife does not share his love of watching nighttime fires. The mother does not look at the burning house; instead, she only watches her husband. To the

The narrator prioritised the woman’s point of view, hence not only making her the protagonist of the story, but by doing so, we are forced to perceive everything, especially masculinity, through how she sees it. However, it was due to this that we are able to gain an insight into the hypocritical facade of society. When the protagonist’s husband stepped down and walked away from a fight with the rude passer-by, “Her first feelings was one of relief…Something heavy and inescapable.” This heavy and inescapable feeling can be interpreted as disappointment and shame. Although fully aware that she should not be feeling this way, she still could not help but feel ashamed at her husband’s performance as the “supposed” protector of the family. The line “she wanted only to get home and to busy herself with her familiar tasks,” clearly illustrates her frustration and disappointment towards Morton. It was as if only by performing her set tasks, can Morton’s inadequacy be

After a few of these vain attempts to convince the man to consider having the baby, she implores him to "Please. please please please please please please stop talking" (272). The author uses her avoidance of confrontation and denial of self-expression to assure the reader that the girl?s weak and dependent nature prevents her from verbally expressing her point of view. Even the use of character terms?the man and the girl?reinforces this effect.

They didn’t speak to each other or look at one another. Charles knew that his wife was very disappointed at him. When they got back home, Elena was asleep in her room. Later that night, Anna decided to call her best friend, Mona. “I am getting sick and tired of Charles. Everytime he gets drunk, I have to bail him out of jail. What should I do?” Anna asked. “I am doing this is for Elena’s sake. She is only 4 years old and I don’t want her to feel that she does not have a father.” “Well…” Mona tried to come up with something. “I guess it is time for you guys to get a divorce.” Mona suggested. “Divorce? I can’t do that. I don’t want Elena to get hurt.” “Trust me, if you don’t you will eventually end up hurting more people.” “You’re right, but what should I do and tell him that I want to file for a divorce?” Anna wondered. “Just say that you can’t put up with this anymore and hand him the papers.” They talked for two hours and everyone was sleeping. The next day Charles came home, Anna handed him the divorce papers. “Here are the divorce papers for you to sign,” she said. “Oh,”he looked at her and took the papers

To his surprise, she did not agree with his notion that the abortion was the right action for them to take. He grew increasingly impatient and shot back: “No, we can’t. It isn’t ours anymore.” He was clearly becoming agitated and desperately wanted to change her point of view. He wanted to scare her off the idea that everything would be the way it was now. He refused to take her side of the argument seriously, and continued to coax her into sacrificing the unborn child for “their happiness to endure.” His harsh response helped her to realize that he was not seriously interested in having a family, so she had a tough decision to make.

As I watched her slowly walk back down the stairs I was coming to the realization that all my life I had watched the women I love slowly die. I watched her die just a little every time Brently slipped his arm around her. The feeling of restraint and oppression had crossed her face so many times but I had never been able to acknowledge it. Then as I looked into her eyes all I could see was the little girl I once knew — the girl who had grown up two doors down from my own in a little yellow house. As she descended the stairs she looked so happy, so free, like she once had a long time ago. But then I saw nothing but fear as her eyes dim and slowly close while she fell to the floor. I turned to watch Brently mallard walk straight through the door. Pain is the only sensation I could feel in my entire body. In one quick motion, I moved to screen Brently from the view of his wife. But I was too late. When the doctors came they told me she had died of heart disease—of joy that

Immediately the reader is thrown into the struggling family dynamic of the Guy being dismissed out of the household for his son. Accordingly, the author gradually builds up the tension of Guy slipping out of his duty as being the strong, essential father figure. Within the first steps into his

The narrator’s anxiety arises against the two men for the actions they display to their children; which is our future generation. The lady and the two fathers have distinct views on how the children should be treated. One father places his daughter from his shoulders to the ground roughly after she makes him angry. “Let’s not go too far, said the young father. We could get depressed. She WAS jumping around on my poor back and hollering Oink, oink” the father pleaded with the aged lady (Paley 833). Her concern is the father should not roughly place his child upon the ground like he did, but the fathers have a diverse assumption on it. In the father’s eyes, his actions were acceptable for the actions of his daughter’s movements on his shoulders. The father felt his actions would prevent the daughter from demonstrating behavior like that anymore.

In the story, the narrators view of the “wife” is not very admirable. Almost everything she either says or does is childlike. The conflict of feeling emotionally separated from her husband no doubt

On one hot summer day, I decided to do something productive with my life and to go out with a few of my friends. We all decided to go out for a stroll and have a relaxing afternoon at Central Park. Obviously the only convenient way of getting to the city is via public transportation. My friends and I took the F train from Roosevelt Avenue and transferred to the B train. The long train ride was unbearable and exhausting as usual, but the day spent at Central Park was all the worthwhile. However, as I recall the day spent at Central Park, I can’t but happen to notice the brutal train ride to the city. The many different races, cultures and religions on the train hadn’t struck me with a sense of awareness until now. As I recall, the train was

A ways away from a town that I call home, I found a happy place. I often find myself walking through the park by myself. The beautiful trees, the way the yellow and red leaves crumple under my feet every step I take. When the flowers bloom and how it's the most spectacular sight you could ever imagine seeing, all the different colors that appear. When you breathe in and you get this smell of purity, you feel free and alive. Sometimes I like to sit on the old wooden bench where the bench frame is a little rusted, and I get rid of my thoughts and my eyes search the sky. In the winter the icy breeze makes me shiver, and the cold air I take in, is like sitting in front of an air conditioner and breathing in. Some mornings the sun beams across the sky, which is not quite blue yet, but the sun has almost fully risen. When the wind blows, it grazes over the blades of grass. Some days I just stand and take a deep breath in and I can taste the spring. When summer comes around, and the bees are buzzing, and the hot sun beats on the back of my neck, I lay on the soft grass and listen, to the birds chirping a beautiful song, and the kids playing in the park. The sky is the bluest view in sight.

Scottish inventor Robert Anderson invents the first crude electric carriage powered by non-rechargeable primary cells.