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The cultural norm for domestic relationships in our society is that women tend to be the caregivers and stay home, while the husbands provide financial support for the family. Cultural norms are ideas or rules about how people should behave in particular situations or toward other people. According to Beckham, "While virtually all-American porches owe their architectural being to forms developed in other cultures, the American front porch is a peculiarly American institution. […] The widespread use of the domestic front porch in the United States came at a time when the functions of the male heads of household and of their female counterparts were being redefined." (TAFP p. 68-69) This was the norm in that era. It was not uncommon for women

On December 23, 2016, at 0311 hours, Sergeant Blanchard and I were dispatched to apartment 711 of the South Building of the Haddon View Apartment located at 1 MacArthur Boulevard for a domestic argument.

I’m sitting on my front porch, and it is quite a cold today, but I nonetheless sit out on the porch looking at my front yard looking for something that interests me. But all I can see is the front porch in which I grew up in and it reminds me of my past, running around and playing in the front yard with my brother and father. The grass is dead, and patchy, but my parents like it that way for some reason I never found out. I look closer into the grass and notice that are many insects and bugs crawling about deep inside of the dirt, millipedes, pill bugs, and the like, I was never fond of these creatures as a child because they would crawl up my leg while I was playing with my brother; I always thought it was just an inch at first, because that’s

One sparkling sunny mid-summer afternoon I was sitting on the back porch with my loving family. The back porch was so beautiful it sparkled like sunrays dancing on top of the warm clear water in the sunset. My mom, aunt, my grandfather, and I were enjoying the horses prancing around in the field passing by the porch. Full of excitement, the dogs sitting on the porch bolted like thunder in a tornado when they saw a golf cart drive by. My mom whistled at the dogs and they stopped in their tracks! Startled, they scampered around and ran full speed back. Suddenly my heart filled with excitement because I realized I must learn to whistle! I begged my mom to teach me how to whistle and she finally said yes! So the first thing she taught me is how

Located in Rosenberg, Texas, Williamsburg Apartments offers two bedroom units. Rosenberg is well-known for hosting the Fort Bend County Fair each year and the fairgrounds are just under ten minutes away from the complex. The neighborhood has many restaurants less than a half mile from the complex as well as shops. However, residents who commute to the city will find it takes less than forty minutes to get to Houston and just over an hour to drive to Galveston.

Have you ever been to a camp infested with spiders with an unclosed tent without isolation to the outside world whatsoever? Well I have and that’s exactly what I am going to talk about in this story. It was during the beginning of the summer of 2013; I was going to a Boy Scout camp called Boxwell, which I had much contempt for. I was riding in the car with my friend, Charles, but he goes by Zim. After 30 minutes or so we arrived at Boxwell, while we were roaming around we found Hudson. Zim and I set up shop in our small, cramped, and open tent, but then we realized, we needed space for Hudson because we were kind enough to let him in our tent, which only made the tent more cramped.

Quiet and unassuming, a modest-looking house lies in the middle of a vast, empty plain, located away from the city and close to the pastoral natural world. Separated from the forceful influences of conformity, but still in touch with the surrounding world, this house is free to think, feel, and experience as it pleases. That’s because this house represents more than the entirety of its physical and visual features; it is a metaphor for my memories, ambitions, secrets, feelings, and emotions.

My porch was not the greatest place I could have picked for solitude, but it was a place. Well I guess I didn’t actually choose to sit here, but was instead forced to by my ever loving mother when she thought I needed to socialize since to her I am young teen that “needs to make friends”, which I never actually did. Other times I was forced to sit out here to watch my siblings play on the perilous front lawn. Maybe I would have liked to be out here, like my mother hoped, if i lived in beautiful white picket fence town, but my outside wasn’t so desirable.

The photo of Wrap-around spider camouflaged to look like a twig is certain to make people squeamish about touching any unattended twigs or bark in Australia.

Picture your imagination of “Two Porches.” Try think about how these story settings are alike and different. I write to compare and contrast the two settings.

Really embracing the summer life means sitting on the porch, right? Whether you like to do it while watching the sunrise, sipping your morning coffee, or unwinding at the end of a really long day, there’s just something relaxing about hanging out on the porch. Is your porch a place that you want to be? If not, maybe it’s time to do something about it. It’s not hard to make your porch a place you can’t wait to spend time on especially if you keep things simple.

He describes that “On the front porch was a thin man, no older than thirty-five, apparently, the head of the household. Several ferocious, malnourished, chained-up dogs protected the furniture strewn about the barren front yard. When I asked Rick’s son what the young father did for a living, he told me the man had no job and was proud of it” (18-19).

At first I though it was a doll or something as some people haven't cleaned up any hallowween decorations, but after passing it I felt this sense of fear and looked back and I noticed it moved from behind the swings to behind a tree. I kept moving a bit freaked out, but I thought it could be a homeless person as there was no lights in the park. I looked back

Did you know your life is a story? An exciting tale to be told and retold by your children your grandchildren. In Tales from My Back Porch I have written ten fictional stories of ordinary people and how they impacted the lives of those around them. We are on track to release Tales from My Back Porch by the end of May. If you were one of my advance readers please post your review on Amazon. Each review is very important. Protencal readers rely on reviews to make purchasing decisions. Therefore your review of Tales From My Back Porch will increase sales. Two of my fellow author put it this way.

I’m reaching out to you as one of my best readers. The sales of Tales from My Back Porch are in the dumps. We only have 3 reviews. Therefore, we are relaunching the book with a new cover and a new description. We will also be putting together a new book trailer. My question to you is did you find anything wrong with the stories and if so which one. Please don’t think you will hurt my feeling. Any author will tell you bad sales hunt worse. So please be as detailed as possible. Thank you for taking time to do this I really value your opinum