Personal Narrative: Sacrifice For Meaning

In 2025, I will be twenty-nine years old and hopefully married. I will be married to my significant other of ten years Earnest Palmer III, who is a dentist. I would have been recently graduating with a bachelor’s in Culinary Arts and trying to plan to open my own restaurant, BubbaD’s Eateries. Knowing my big headed husband of mine, I probably had a baby then and trying to have another baby. Hopefully, by then Earnest will get rid of the idea naming our son, King. We will be living in the suburbs near New York City but working in the city. Being a woman with great memory, I probably wrote a memoir about my crazy life and trying to sell it to a publisher. If none of the publishers wants to publish my memoir, I will probably sell it the Lifetime

Life. Death. Time. The poem “Life” is about how everyone birthed and lives their lives, and then everyone dies one day no matter what. Times runs out for every person on the Earth. This poem reminds me of when my great-grandmother died. She was in her nineties and my family and I thought that she would live longer than she did. It was very sudden and I was shocked at the funeral. I think it was just time for her to let go. It’s hard losing someone who is close with one. The author’s tone is light- hearted and simple. The mood of the poem can make someone feel more comfortable with the thought of death. This essay will show how the author’s tone and the reader’s mood can affect how the poem, “Life” is read.

My mom and I loved the movie. It was neat to see a Western movie 'cause you really don't see those much any more.

I’m fairly new to the adult romance genre, and after reading a few that I adored I got a blogger friend of mine to give me some recommendations. On her list of recommendations for romances that are more rom-com was Melissa Foster’s The Real Thing. This was my first Melissa Foster book and I absolutely loved it! I’m so glad I decided to pick up this one as one of my first picks. he Real Thing takes place in a small town called Sugar Lake and features Zane and Willow who have a somewhat complicated history. I loved that they technically started out as friends and kept in touch all those years before getting together as it just made their chemistry and relationship all the more steamier and swoonier. And while the fake relationship trope was used

What stood out for me most in this text was the way that Phil included all of Valeries thoughts and emotions while a part of the story was being explained. What astounded me even more was the writers ability to write the story in Valeries point of view.

Earlier this week, I got in touch with the game warden that I had previously had a ride along with and asked if I could go on another one. I was told to meet at the Brunswick office at 10:00 am. There I was to meet up with Corporal Kate Hargrave. I arrived at the Brunswick DNR office at approximately 9:40 because early is on time, and on time is late. When I pulled into the front parking lot, I noticed a man standing by a truck parked near the entrance that said “NOAA Law Enforcement” on the side. As this was an unusual sight, I decided to walk over and introduce myself. The man by the truck was Agent Ben Hughes. After talking to him for a few minutes, Corporal Hargrave arrived and informed me that Agent Hughes would be joining us for the

On June 4, I died. Well, metaphorically speaking. Let me rephrase that— I was reborn.

When I start to write a story, I try to reach into a particular topic, scene, or emotion and delve deeper to expand my understanding and its meaning in the human experience. I write not only to make sense of the world, but also to make sense of how others interpret what is written to their reality. I was drawn to creating stories when I was placed in an unfamiliar environment in the Solomon Islands. I made sense of and learned about my surroundings through crafting sentences; going from stressed and racy to calm and in control. Upon my return to America, I searched for ways to learn more about the craft, which I found through fiction workshops at Columbia University during my post-bac program and in my hometown of Austin, Texas. My interest

My first snowboarding lesson, some 10 years ago, saw me clinging to my snowboarding instructor on a Remarkables bunny hill, sinking my nails into his jacket sleeves as if he was trying to escape. His parting words to me are still memorable to this day. “You are not cut out for this, you have no confidence, and you are too scared”. That was it for me. I refused to accept that and if they weren’t going to help me learn, I would figure it out for myself. I was determined.

I hereby tender my request for my listener account to be deleted, immutably. Not deactivated, not put on hold, not suspended. I am well aware of my options, and trust me when I say that it is only after careful consideration and painstaking deliberation, that I arrive at this conclusion. Long, dreary nights spent agonising over which one is the right one ; which is the best possible outcome, under these set of circumstances? At this juncture in my life, what do I have to do, what do I need to do, what should I do? So many options, so many variables, so much room for error … a careless oversight, a lapse in judgement, a fatal miscalculation … that is all it would take to spell disaster. I would never forgive myself.

The end of my junior year marked a point in my life that has changed the way I see sacrifice and determinism. I received a call from my mother telling me that she decided to no longer work for the career she has been doing for the past twenty years. She told me that the stress and responsibility that came with her job was too overwhelming and causing her to become depressed. This shift in my life helped show me that I should take on some of the responsibilities that she has been carrying for many years. My mom has molded her life to fit what I need, so I feel that I owe it back to her so she can figure out the new career that she would like to pursue.

For the longest time all I remember was drifting. The sea water seeping through my clothes making me numb to the bone. Floating along the world’s ocean for what seemed several days. I recall fighting against the ocean current, trying to pull myself towards some sort of island but the current just pulled me out more into the unknown. The darkness started to creep over the ocean until it was complete darkness. So tired, holding on to a broken piece of driftwood as the freezing cold night went by I closed my eyes trying to find some sense of peace. All I thought about was the drifting… Until at some point, the drifting stopped.

For the next few weeks, I pride myself on being a good little captive. I do everything in my power to get him to trust me, hoping that he’ll let me out of here so that I can escape. So far, it seems like it’s working. He hasn’t laid a hand on me since I confronted him about who he was, and he even seems happier now. For some reason, he seems to be falling for it, which is good news for me.

What is the only cause of death in the top 10 in America that can not be cured, prevented or slowed down? Its Alzheimer’s and it’s a terrible disease not only because of what it does to the victim but also what the family has to go through. My grandfather was diagnosed with Alzheimer’s, I would go visit him in the hospital every day until this one time it just got to hard, it tore me up on the inside and it changed my view on life for a while.

A meaningful event I experienced was quite recent, it was the time I volunteered around my community to help innocent people who had lost their families, homes, and precious belongings due to Hurricane Matthew. My sister and I went around our community for a few days to support people by supplying them different kinds of things like food, water, clothes, and everyday essentials. The experience had turned out to be so much more than I had ever imagined. I have always wanted to help people as much as I could when they were going through difficult times, but I never imagined that my help by donating supplies would make such a big impact on them. The adults and children were so happy and grateful for the items we donated, and I was happy to see