Uncle Vanya

Beaten, broken down, ramshackle, and vandalized. This is what you see now, an insignificant piece of architecture. I see a home my family spent more than 60 years in. It became my sanctuary. My father’s childhood home in San Luis Potosi, Mexico helped me embrace my Mexican culture because it was where I first tried authentic Mexican food, met my ethnic family, and saw so much change in my family’s life. First, I remember the day I tried my aunt’s Mexican style rice, and I instantly fell in love

Once there was a girl named Crash, she lived in a small town with her Aunt Blanche, and Uncle Mike&ike. She, her aunt, and uncle had a goat named Beryl. One day they decided to take Beryl to the park to see if he could make some nice goat friends. This day didn’t end well for Beryl. The family was walking to the park, and all of a sudden, a strange man in a white van swerved off and swiggity swooty’d his way toward Beryl, and snatched him right out of his stroller. The man Jumped back into his car

Author Biography Adrienne Rich was a U.S. poet, scholar, and critic. She was born on May 16, 1929, in Baltimore, MD in the “white and middle-class”. She died on March 27, 2012, in Santa Cruz, California. Adrienne’s work shows her commitment to the women’s movement and a lesbian/feminist aesthetic influence. Adrienne was still in college when her poems were put out for publication. She won many honors for her works and activism. Adrienne started writing poetry as a child because of her father. Her

______________________________________________ Memoir #1 - Silence “Everybody has a chapter they don’t read out loud.” I have a strange family. We aren’t very open with each other, never learned to express our feelings, but we were fine with that. All of us, including myself, thought there was no need to pour our feelings out to each other. It was a sign of weakness, especially in a family where everyone’s sons and daughters had to be picture perfect. I was fine with that. Of course

normal day, but, I was wrong. Growing up, my mom told my sisters and I about my Uncle. How he was hot tempered and did things that were crazy when he didn 't get his way. My mom and his relationship has always been tense. From what I 've seen, and from what she has told me. When she got shot by him that day, it proved to me that she was right. It was just a normal day. My mother sister, and I, driving around. My uncle had called and told us how he had gotten a new pit bull puppy, and he invited

Women had little resources to escape an unhappy or abusive marriage during the nineteen fifties. Most just learned to deal with it behind their closed doors in silence. During this time the divorce rate, according to an article published in 1973 by the “National Center for Health Statistics”, was at twenty-five percent. (Plateris). Most women did not have the luxury of getting one due to the fact that most husbands of that time had control of the household finances, not to mention that it was a

This year I had an exciting summer. I did many fun and exciting things, but my best memory was when I went to vacation to New Mexico. I went for about 2 weeks and had a great time. We’ve gone 2 years in a row now and hope to go back next year. My family and I went to go visit my dad’s side of the family. The main reason we went was for my cousin Jasmine’s Quinceanera (which is the celebration of a teenage girl turning 15 in the Hispanic culture). This year almost my whole family that lives in

After saying hello to my aunt Ritti I said hello to my aunts Tuesday and Rhonda, uncles Daryl and David, and my mother's parents.We stayed in the hospital talking and catching up and including my aunt in the conversation. Around one in the morning my uncle Daryl sent us to go get some rest because the plan was to see her off. The next morning we got up at six, arrived at seven and when we got into her room my uncle Daryl said she had declined in the night so

crashing up against the side of the boat.Along with simple memories such as riding on a boat in the deep sea and deep sea fishing serves as symbols of the most important memories of my childhood. My family and I were always at the beach because my uncle at one point in time ran his own fishing charter business. He would always take my siblings and I out on a boat ride. Everytime we would get to a certain point in the nasty what is supposed to be blue but is a dark brown color of the ocean we would

birthday. We were visiting the striking city of Miami, Florida. The day starting at 9:45 ready for the best day of my life not knowing the challenges ahead of my road to double digits. We were staying at an Airbnb 6 bedroom 5-bathroom house with my Uncles family. Looking out of my window at the beautiful beach put me in awe. My Brother in the bed next to me mumbled “oh yay it’s the worst day of the year.” I didn’t listen to him knowing that he was jealous that my birthday was going to be at a paradise