NYC's Big Apple Impressions

Descriptive New York City
I remember the itchy, navy blue seat. It scratched my leg every time my skirt rode up. Except I was
too busy looking out the window to care. The clouds rolled outside the airplane, forming into
different shapes and sizes. I saw bird shaped clouds turn into trucks and book shape clouds turn into
elephants. My mother sat to the left of me and peered over me whenever she looked outside of the
plane; for it was her first time on a plane as well. We were flying to New York. Mama told me that
people called New York City "The Big Apple." I didn't understand why New York was called that,
but I never asked anyone, I was too excited to land. Soon, a man's voice sounded out of nowhere,
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It was nothing like the airport in Iowa. The airport was packed with different people, and there were
so many different signs pointing to so many different places. Mama and I just looked for the exit
signs. When we got outside the air was cool and crisp. I heard lots of honks and car engines in the
distance and saw so many different people entering and leaving the airport with us. One thing that
struck me was the number of people awake at 3:00 am. Why were there so many cars on the streets?
Why were there so many lights on in the buildings? What were these people doing at this time in the
morning? I asked Mama this, and she said, "Ha, I bet all of the other people awake at this hour are
asking the same question about us." I clutched my necklace tight. Mama got it for me when I was
very little. It has a star and a moon. I wear it every day. I looked at it very carefully while Mama
was on the phone with the person who is picking us up from the airport. I watched the people walk
out of the sliding doors, people of all different hair colors, eye color, and skin color. Most of my
friends have dirty blonde hair and brown eyes like me. I wondered about their lives, families, and
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Creative Writing: Road Trip
I sat in the front seat as the officer drove down Broadway to Santa Maria High school to pick up
Roberto. After we picked up Roberto and the rest of our siblings the officer drove us to a train
station. A bunch of other cars pulled up with a bunch of other officers and illegal immigrants well
that is what Roberto and I thought they were. The officers told all of us to get into a line. When we
were all in a line the officers told us to walk into the next train that comes Roberto asked "Where are
we going" the officer replied "Coahuila, Mexico". Roberto and I suspected that Papa and Mama
were on on the train. After an hour and a half the train arrived Rorra and Trampita were playing with
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So, Roberto asked "Are there any other trains going to Coahuila, Mexico" he said "No only one but
there is one train going to Chihuahua, Mexico if thats any help" Roberto said "Ok thanks". I said
scarcely "Papa and Mama must be on the train to Chihuahua, Mexico" Roberto said "Sadly but that
is one state away". We all pouted for a bit then decided to think of a plan to find Mama and Papa.
Roberto said he remembered when he was younger Mama said to him that "If any of you guys ever
get lost to remember that me and Papa love you and that to always remember always that to meet us
at the Hawk–mans church in the middle of Monclova town". After Roberto told us, we decided to go
there because we had no other idea of were to go to find them we didn't have any money for food or
anything so we decided that was our best choice. For the rest of the ride Roberto and everyone else
fell asleep except I was thinking about would if Papa and Mama aren't there what will I we do then.
"We are here everyone out!" said the conductor I didn't realize that I had feel asleep I guess I tired
myself out from worrying so much. I woke everyone up and told them we were

Notes On ' The Great Gatsby '
Shatimamiller born to Helen and joseph sparrow on july twenty ninth nineteen eighty four. I
remember it just like I remember yesterday .I was seventeen my mom woke me up that morning
''Shatima wake up, school". I laid there for about 5 minute feeling tired; not wanting to get up. My
mom comes back in the room and says'' get up child now, time for school". I stayed laying there in
the bed feeling like I could not move. Ten minutes later my mom came back and said "Shatima if
you do not get your behind out that bed". I took a deep breath. I got up slowly; though feeling like I
was hit by a bus, ran over by a train and then buried under three hundred tons of sand .If you could
imagine that; I was exalted .I got ready for school, left out the house went to school,. I was sitting in
my math class. In room 201 the teacher was Mr. Johnson, sudden my heart felt like it was racing,
the palms of my hand began to sweat. The room was spinning and then the room went black. When
I open my eyes I was in a room with small beeping noises, heart monitor, tubes with red stuff in the
IV line. It took me a min to realize where I was .I gazed slowly from the left to the right of the
room. There was a television on without sound. I sat there for a long while; trying to figure out how
I got there. At first it felt like a dream. All I could remember was writing in math class not feeling to
good .I remember checking my body moving my legs and arm around. A nurse came in the room
.She walked back

Personal Narrative: How Suicide Changed My Life
They say suicide is not beautiful, well to me that is simply untrue because once you see it for
yourself that changes the whole notion. The day I saw my mom take the old revolver out of my
daddy's underwear drawer and put it against her forehead, that was the day that changed me forever.
I was supposed to be playing but I had taken to racing trucks and was zooming them down the
hallway back and forth. I stopped at the middle door, in between my bedroom and the other
bedroom which was reserved for special people. My mom was supposed to be taking a nap but her
door was slightly open and it's through that crack I watched as the bullet entered her brain right
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My bedroom door was shut, which was odd because I always kept it open to make my apartment
cold because it had the only window in the place. I got up, abandoning my position at my threadbare
couch, from the thrift shop downtown, stumbling over the bump in the carpet that's been there for
what seems like centuries. I pushed on my door, which was trapped against something. I slammed
my weight against the thin, wooden door which broke on contact. The first thing I saw where
Nancy's eyes staring blankly at me. She had clumsily tied an extension cord around her neck which
had bruised purple and blue along where the cord stretched. I sighed, crouched down and phoned
the police, and resumed my position on the couch. Again, I was escorted to a police car but the seat
was not as comfortable as I had remembered. The car was dark and musty, reminiscent of the dark
alleyways I skirted every night. I was put in a cell, but I did not know why, I had not killed Kelly.
She was pushed to the part of my brain where I never let myself go, the one with Daddy and Mama.
The jail looked a lot like the one I had to go into with Mama to look the murderer in his eyes, but
while I had been expecting anger and hatred, I got tear–filled, sad eyes as he pounded on the glass
divide, separating my Mama and I from the person that killed my dad. I heard

The Night
Time seemed to pass so slowly in the basement. Each day, often felt like an eternity for the children.
And as the months slipped away and became years, it soon became clear that nothing remarkable
was going to happen. That was until Anna again heard a disturbance coming from the road below.
She climbed up on the chair and put her face to the glass. And to her dismay, she recognized her
mother in the group of people that were being hauled out of hiding spots and marched off. Anna felt
her stomach tie–up in a knot and all at once she screamed out. Afraid she muffled her cries with
both of her hands and whispered, "Oh my God! Mama must have been trying to come and visit us.
Where are we taking her? Where are we taking our mother?" Willy felt tears well–up behind his
eyes and all at once pour out down his face. He staggered over to his sister and wrapped his tiny arm
around her shoulder. They sat on the mattress huddled together tightly and wept softly for a long
time until Anna wiped at her face and glanced tenderly over at her brother and looked into his large
sad blue eyes that were the color of the sea. And with all the composure that she could muster
mumbled whispered, "Willy do you remember last year when papa lit a candle and placed it into the
holder with nine–branches? We all gathered around and sang that beautiful song and ate pancakes
and applesauce. Afterwards Rachel snatched up the cake that mama had made and smeared it all
over her face? And you and I laughed

The True Sense Of Family In Everyday Use By Alice Walker
"Everyday Use" is a story by Alice Walker that is about a woman and her young, shy daughter
awaiting a visit from her other daughter who has been away for some time. Throughout the story,
Mama unknowingly compares her two daughters. During "Everyday Use," the reader will not only
learn of Maggie's being scarred, her bashful nature, but also her true sense of family. Maggie had to
grow up being scarred. Mama explains early on of Maggie's scars, "homely and ashamed of the burn
scars down her arms and legs," that were caused in a house fire. During the course of the story, the
reader may tell that Maggie is deeply ashamed of her scars, because of the way she tries to hide by
doors and around corners and keeps the scars covered. As Maggie somewhat confronts Dee, it is
said that, "She stood there with her scarred hands hidden in the folds of her skirt." The reader may
also tell not only did the scars affect Maggie physically but mentally also. Due to Maggie being
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Maggie's sister, Dee, tries to act like the dasher, churn top, and quilts held the meaning of "heritage"
but when in reality, it's the memories that connected to the dasher, churn top, and quilts. When
Hakim–a–barber ask if Uncle Buddy had whittle the dasher too, Maggie was able to explain that,
"Aunt Dee's first husband whittled the dash. His name was Henry, but they called him Stash,"
providing a family history then. Then as Dee is attempting to stake claim to the quilts, Maggie
states, "She can have them, Mama. I can 'member Grandma Dee without the quilts." By that Maggie
is able to remember her Grandma Dee through her memories because Grandma Dee is the one who
taught her how to quilt in the first place. She didn't need the help of the hand stitched quilt to
remember her by. Maggie is truly the one who knows her "heritage," her true sense of

Personal Narrative: Mama Monk
There were many things that I can recall being afraid of as a child such as: going to the dentist,
being in the dark, bugs, etc. The thing I remember, or "person," for that matter that I was terrified of
the most, was named "Mama Monk." Of course she was a non–fictional character that my aunt
Paula made up to scare my cousins into being good. She was like our families own personal boogey
man. My cousins told me that "Mama Monk" was a big, fat, old wrinkly–faced woman, who came
out to eat all the bad children that wouldn't "mind" their parents. They were kind enough to let
everyone know that although, "she was always watching," they said, "she will only come when a
parent calls her. . . ." She had spaghetti strings for hair, fish sticks for

Personal Narrative On Mama
"Oh, there you are." My mama said, peering in at me from just outside the room's archway. "Come
on upstairs and pick out which room you want to be yours." "Is this your mama in these pictures?" I
asked pointing at one of the photos. "Grandma Lyanna?" My mama, then walked up to me
somewhat tentatively. Her arms crossed over her chest holding herself as if she was nervous about
looking at the photographs. She stood beside me as we both gazed upon the pictures that were all
over the room. I then pointed out again to her the woman to whom I had referred. "Yes, that's my
mother." She said with a tender smile curling up from around the corners of her mouth as she lightly
touched the photo's frame. I remember looking at my

Symbolism and Theme in Everyday Use
The short story Everyday Use by Alice Walker differentiates between a fake and a real heritage. To
illustrate her point she uses one family consisting of a mother and her two daughters and the way
each of them views their ancestry and heritage. Through the behavior of these three people Walker
is able to clearly show the little things that separate a real heritage from the assumed fake mask.
During the time of many positive changes to the lives of black people across the America, the author
illustrates what the true African American heritage should look like, compared to empty claims by
those who have no understanding it.
The first and perhaps the least complex of the symbols in the story is Mama's yard. In the very
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At the same time, judging from the way that Dee acts throughout her visit, such bonds to one's
heritage can be easily broken or even completely destroyed. And when these bonds are finally
destroyed it becomes impossible for people like Dee to understand the meaning of such little objects
like the quilts in much the same way as it is impossible for her to even understand the origins and
the legacy of her name. Again the history behind the quilts is really important so Mama describes
more of it: "Bits and pieces of Grandpa Jarrell's paisley shirts. And one teeny faded blue piece,
about the size of a penny matchbox, that was from Great Grandpa Ezra's uniform that he wore in the
Civil War" (495). Made out of many small pieces of Maggie's and Dee's ancestors' clothes, these
quilts visually display the history of their family, including all of the struggles such as war, racism
and poverty experienced by its members over last century. What makes these quilts even more
valuable and important is the fact that because of her poverty Mama considers her heritage,
contained in the things like these quilts, as the most important material object in her possession.
Therefore she decides that the best way to honor this heritage would be to pass them to Maggie to
be used like they were intended to by those who made the quilts and the legacy contained inside of
them. The quilts then summarize the great and long heritage, passed on

A Short Story : A Story?
"Wake up, WAKE UP" my sister Angela shouted. I awoke from my bed and saw my sister's eyes
filled, all of a sudden she shouted, "Mama is sick, wake up, mama is sick!" I stretched not knowing
what she was talking about. I rubbed my eyes, and got the chills, because of the dream I had. It was
a nightmare, I lost everything, nothing was left, my mom was gone, Angela was gone, and the house
was gone, and most importantly, mama was gone. But that won't happen, never, I would never let
that happen. My sister interrupted my thoughts, "Charles, wake up, mama is sick" Angela continued
I got up still confused and tired, and heard brutal coughs from my room. "It's just a fever, mama will
recover, don't worry", I explained to her. "But I am scared, why did she not go to the flower shop
today?" She replied "Because she is ill, she will go back when she recovers". I followed Angela to
mama's room, and mama was coughing a lot. "I can't recall the last time she got sick" my younger
sister said, while trying to remember when the last time she got sick was. When was the last time
she got sick? Mama looked pale, and tired. "Mama?" I said. No answer. All of a sudden she said
"Leave. I have to get rest, and you might get sick, Leave!" We left the room so mama could rest.
Angela started crying "Mama is terribly ill, what are we going to do?" She was right, without mama
we have no food, or protection. I had to get us food and medicine. I got outside and the streets were
filled with

Lorraine Hansberry's A Raisin In The Sun
In "A Raisin in the Sun" by Lorraine Hansberry, Mama is the most deserving of her dream
compared to the rest of the family because she works hard for the family and she has had her dream
for almost all of her life; although her dream is a new house and this seems like a very big goal, but
it is not because her current house is very small because she can not afford anything bigger. Mama
cares about her family and cares about people as shown when she just received a check for 10,000$
in the mail and she says, "I spec if it wasn't for you all.. I would just put that money away or give it
to the church or something" (Hansberry). This quote shows how mama isn't selfish and cares about
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The "garden" part of her dream symbolizes freedom from poverty. Mama has had a little plant in the
windowsill ever since she first moved into the apartment with Big Walter. Mama's intense care
toward her plant despite its lack of energy and sunlight, which is shown from it being wilted and
almost dried out, symbolizes her care for the family despite the poor living conditions they have to
deal with. Her "garden dream" and caring for the plant are brought to light when she exclaimed,
"Well, I always wanted me a garden like I used to see sometimes at the back of the houses down
home. This plant is close as I ever got to having one." (P. 53). This quote shows how mama's plant
represents her having a garden which is a major part of her dream. Her having a plant instead of a
garden shows the family's constraints from the being in poverty. Mama's plant symbolizes hope.
This is shown when "Mama grabs her plant and exits the apartment for the last time." (P. 151).
When mama took her plant to the new house it represented new beginnings and how her family
could succeed in their new living conditions. Mama put a lot of work and care into her plant and it
eventually paid off because she moved it to the new house where it is going to get a lot of sunlight
and thrive. Mama treats her plant like she treats her family, in the sense that she also puts time and
care

Walter Ruth Quotes
Why did ruth want to abort the baby, was it because of walter and the money? In the raisin and the
sun ruth was a woman who was marry to walter. Mama was happy about the money so was Ruth
was also happy. When Walter got home he asked if the check came in, mamá showed him the check
he was surprised he asked mama if they can start a liquor store, mama told him no, then he started to
yell. At the end mamá bought a house for Travis and they moved in to the house, Walter didn't really
like it because is was a white neighborhood.
In the book there is a quote , the quote is "So now it's life. Money is life. Once upon a time freedom
used to be life–now it's money. I guess the world do change..."(mama,pg, ). This quote talks about
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Ruth, Walter's wife, was pregnant when her husband was in a great despair. Although Walter lost the
money and also her dream, Ruth forgave him and encouraged him to start everything over. Ruth,
whose dream was to be wealthy and to have a fine family, calmly accepted the fact that her dream
was only a dream.
. Like Ruth and Walter, we initially think that any offer of cash is a blessing for the Youngers
because it represents a chance to abandon their dingy apartment and begin a new life. But Hansberry
shows that no price is high enough for freedom. The black characters she describes must defend
their right to an education, a loving home, and a sense of self–worth–even when the white
community wants to pay them to abandon these ideals. Throughout the play, Hansberry conveys a
sense of anger and disgust. No family should have to make the choices that confront the Youngers as
their dreams are repeatedly

Epilogue About Mama
Chapter One As the noon sun faded into afternoon shadows, a gentle summer breeze rustled the
white silk curtains as Mama and I sat at the dining table with the turkey platter between us. I
remember the sweet smell of Honeysuckle filled the air, as I watched Mama gently trace every
broken piece of the platter with her fingertip that was set in glue, now hardened and yellowed by
time. For a bit, she just sat there looking at the old thing until her eyes brimmed with tears. When I
reached out to comfort her, she looked up with a faraway smile (buried somewhere in the past) and
said, "I'm okay baby – sweet memories always make me cry." Then she began to share the sweetest
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Mama said that she remembered their noses were the first indication that they were close to Dutch
and Stevie's farm, "You could smell Grandma's cooking miles away. We were always starved from
the long buggy ride anyway – almost thirty miles over hard, wagon worn dirt roads. Back then, that
was a long way. But to have to sit in that buggy and smell Grandma's cooking all those miles – well,
it was almost too much for a human to bear!" "By the time we got there, we were so hungry that it
was all we could do to get the hellos, hugs and kisses out of the way so we could eat." I chuckled (I
could relate) because that's exactly how I felt about Thanksgiving and Christmas dinner. "Just
talking about it," Mama said, "takes me back to those gentle rolling hills in East Texas, with its
peaceful valleys and quiet streams. And when it snowed," she got a faraway look in her eyes, "When
it snowed – it was heaven!" Mama described their journey so beautifully that I envisioned a winter
wonderland filled with enchanted mystery that I could see in my mind as clearly as I could see the
white, silk curtains rustling over the living room windows to the kiss of a gentle breeze. I can see it
today – just as I imagined it

Mama Dixie: A Narrative Fiction
It was that time of day again. With my pajamas still on, I rushed outside, simultaneously shaking the
sleep out of my eyes. The biting chill of winter seeped into my body, my thin sleepwear not
providing much protection from the below freezing temperatures of the water. To my horror, I
stumbled a bit and began to plummet towards the ground. Oh no, no, no, this can't be happening. If
they see me on the ground, they're going to think that I sat down from exhaustion and then...
Suddenly, an unfamiliar fin grasped me and helped me regain my balance in an inconspicuous
manner. I turned to thank my savior, but the shrill screech of the intercom system coming to life
interrupted. "Alright, everyone should be outside by now warming up! If you haven't ... Show more
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What did they do to you?" I cried out.
"Who is they?" He responded.
"You may not remember this, but yesterday you were taken by some officers of Mama Dixie's. They
probably went rogue because Mama Dixie would never do anything that would endanger the lives
of her citizens."
"There's a lot you don't know about the world, kid."
"What are you talking about? People tell me I'm very mature for my age"
"Have they talked to you about your naivety?"
"I'm the same age as you for crying out loud! I'm sorry if I'm not a skeptic like you, questioning
everything when in fact Mama Dixie is doing her best to provide care for us."
Drew looked at me pointedly. "Do I look cared for right now? Answer truthfully."
I opened my mouth, then closed it, then opened it again and gaped at him for a few seconds and
closed it once more.
"That's what I thought," Drew said it in a different tone; it was detached and stoic.
"Anyways." I cleared my throat as my voice caught on the last syllable. "I need to check your vitals.
Blood pressure, heart rate, water levels, and the like. We're required to make sure that the patient
gives us consent before we commence, so is it alright with you?" I was bored at the end of the
speech, having repeated this to every single patient that I ever

Creative Writing: Rosetta
A chorus of screams goes up into the air as people race to find the nearest shelter. The sirens are just
as loud as their yells and beating hearts. A girl ran along–side them, the scent of ashes and sweat
clinging to her. A faded locket pounds against her chest as she turns the corner into an alleyway.
The girl dives behind the metal trash bin, hoping it would cover her. Scarred and blistered fingers
run over the engraved name on the locket. Rosetta, meaning little flower. Her name. Rosetta looks to
the dying green bush amidst the ash and metal as she stills her heart.
Some things will never change, and will always stay beside you. Just like me.
Camila's voice flows through her mind like a wisp of wind as she wipes away the tears and grime on
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"You left me."
Looking at that tree, the last memory she has of her sister comes to mind.
"One day, when you're older you will understand Rosetta. Man is an evil, terrible thing. We take
what we want and fight over silly nothings that will be forgotten in the passing days," a 16–year–old
Camila says defiantly.
"But you shouldn't leave me, Camila!" Rosetta's standing there too, "You said you wouldn't

Compare And Contrast Walter And Beneatha
Lorraine Hansberry wrote a novel in 1959 called A Raisin in the Sun. In this book, the Youngers, an
African American family of five is living together in a very small apartment located in Chicago.
Mama owns this apartment, her two kids Walter Lee and Beneatha live with her, as well as Walter's
wife Ruth and their son Travis. After the death of Walter and Beneatha's father, Mama receives an
insurance payment because of his passing. There are many opinions on what to do with this money.
Walter and Beneatha both have ambition. There goals are very different but through this quest of
hopes and dreams, they have to remember that everything happens for a reason, even if it doesn't
seem that way. Walter Lee is an African–American man who is constantly trying to make things
right for his family. He is very selfish to begin with. Walter basically just expects the $10,000 to go
to him to open a liquor store. When the check arrives, that is all he cares about. He doesn't care to
talk to his wife, even when Mama tells him he needs to talk to her. Walter ignores her and only has
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She is a fierce character who is very hard headed. She believes in everything she does. After telling
Mama and Ruth she is now going to guitar lessons they remind her of all the other activities she has
participated in. Beneatha states "I–I experiment with different forms of expression–" (Hansberry
35). She disagrees with Mama and her family often. She has different point of views on the cultures,
God and society. Beneatha also has a different view on the money that the family receives. Beneatha
agrees that the money is Mama's, but Mama supports her in becoming a doctor. "Course you going
to be a doctor, honey, God willing" (38). Although Walter doesn't completely agree with Beneatha's
decision of becoming a doctor, he can later find the good in Beneatha just to make them

Alice Walker Heritage
Roy E. Disney once said, "When values are clear to you, making decisions becomes easier." In
"Everyday Use," by Alice Walker, this statement holds true. Through the eyes of the hard–working,
single parent living in the south, Mama faces daily decisions that are often difficult. At the climax,
Mama must decide whether to give the quilt to the daughter who seems to have everything, or to the
daughter that is less fortunate. As any mother is influenced by their daughters, Mama takes
sympathy for the youngest, while judging her oldest for her actions, behavior, and ideas that are
very different from her own. The oldest daughter, Dee, sees the quilts as part of her heritage that
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She strongly believes in her family heritage and does not let anything get in the way of that. She is
sympathetic at times, however also pessimistic. Mama always looks for the rough side of things.
She views Maggie as the slower child that doesn't really have much, when really she has every
opportunity to become great. Her view of Dee is a little harsher than that of Maggie. She sees Dee
as a girl in her own world who doesn't care about anything but herself. Mama describes Dee's hair in
major detail "It stands straight up like the wool on a sheep. It is black as night and around the edges
are two long pigtails that rope about like small lizards disappearing behind her ears." This shows
Mama's disproval in how Dee has changed, she is in awe of what she sees. As far as Mama's
sympathy goes for both of her daughters, she does not understand the difference between
generations of time from herself to her oldest daughter, Dee. This conflict creates an emotion that
Mama doesn't know if she can ever come by. Dee shows Mama that she has grown up and realized
that family and heritage is what means the most to her. Mama doesn't comprehend the difference of
the values between her two daughters, based on the life they grew up in. However, she has a way of
showing both compassion and un–forgiveness, just maybe not at the best of times. This being said,
Mama is an unsympathetic character that is based off of the way she grew up. Mama tells the reader,
"I knocked a bull calf straight in the brain between the eyes with a sledge hammer and had the meat
hung up to chill before nightfall." This shows just how rough Mama had it growing

Ruining Christmas: A Narrative Fiction
It was December fifteenth and the air was getting even more crisp and colder. I just knew this
Christmas was going to be the best! I was becoming more and more excited for the twenty– fifth to
come around. Everything was perfect; the season, weather, even mama's cooking was on point this
year. I felt nothing could ruin this Christmas. That was until mama came to me about "the change of
plans". "Mira!" she called from the living room, "come here". "Yes mama", I answered as
approaching the living room.
As I walked in I could tell something was up. I can see it all over her face. She had that look that I
didn't like but I knew I had to go along with it. "Mira, what do you think about Tennessee?" She
asked me. "It's a beautiful place I

Essay on Analysis of Everyday Use by Alice Walker
The story 'Everyday Use', written by Alice Walker, is a story of heritage, pride, and learning what
kind of person you really are. In the exposition, the story opens with background information about
Dee and Maggie's life, which is being told by Mama. The reader learns that Dee was the type of
child that had received everything that she wanted, while Maggie was the complete opposite. The
crisis, which occurs later in the story, happens when Dee all of a sudden comes home a different
person than she was when she left. During the Climax, Mama realizes that she has often neglected
her other child, Maggie, by always giving Dee what she wants. Therefore, in the resolution, Mama
defends Maggie by telling Dee that she cannot have the ... Show more content on Helpwriting.net ...
Mama could be defined as a round character in the story because of the change she undergoes at the
end. Mama?s goes through a dramatic change in the story when she gets up the nerve to tell her
aggressive, non–hesitant daughter ?No?, and gives her other daughter Maggie, who has often been
on the bad end of things, the household items for her marriage.
Dee could probably be considered a main character in the story, but her change was too simple,
because she changed on the outside only, and because she didn?t change on the day that the story
occured. Mama stated ?When I looked at her like that something hit me in the top of my head and
ran down to the souls of my feet. Just like when I?m in church and the spirit of God touches me and
I get happy and shout? (94). Maggie did not have a lot of input in the story although she did change
a little, both were flat characters. Mama is a more in–depth character than Dee and Maggie because
the reader is given very descriptive attributes of her physically and mentally. Dee did not want to
quilt to remember her heritage by, but instead to hang it up on the wall like some sort of trophy to
show others where she has come from. She loves her family very much, but is ashamed of the
surroundings she grew up in. Overall, Mama?s change had a big impact on the story due to the fact
that she went from a woman who had low self esteem and was scared to

Heritage Differences In Everyday Use By Alice Walker
Heritage Differences
In the short story "Everyday Use", by Alice Walker she represents the conflicts and struggles of the
African–American culture in rural Georgia around the early 1970's. Alice Walker introduced 4 main
characters; Mama and her two daughters, Maggie and Dee as well as Dee's boyfriend Hakim a
barber. Mama is the narrator of the story, she is both a mother and father to her daughters as she is
uneducated but worked years of physical labor and lives in poverty. Maggie is the youngest
daughter who's shy and lives with Mama, she lacks confidence and is unable to be open nor make
eye contact with the people talking to her. Mama's older daughter, Dee who renamed herself as
"Wangero Leewanika Kemanjo" is educated, determined, and confident. She declares that she is the
one who is looking at the important aspects of her family history and Mama and Maggie aren't
aware of it. "Everyday Use" carries many different meanings that highlight the issue of how things
are used on an everyday basis. Understanding their family African heritage was a big concept for
Dee. As Mama and Dee had two different opinions about heritage which caused conflict about
whom should keep the quilts from Maggie and Dee. "Everyday Use" is a focus on the bonds women
have between different generations and legacies for example, the Quilts. Mama and Maggie see a
different usefulness to the quilts compared to Dee, the quits represent matters such as reading, race
and class, among others.
Quilting in "Everyday Use" symbolizes family heritage. They are a history of papers in fabric that
vary over generations. They symbolize the family's history of pride, poverty and struggle. Mama
and Dee have different perspectives on what the quilts mean to the family heritage. As to Mama, the
quilts have a special significance; when she goes to touch them, she is feeling the people who
represented them, the ones who worked on them in her family. It represents the bond between
women of different generations in their family. The quilts to Mama don't only represent her
understanding of heritage but also shows how she's connected to them with her family. "I took it for
a moment in my hands. You didn't even have to look close to see where hands

How Does Money Cause Problems In Lorraine Hansberry's A...
Money can often cause problems in some families. In the play A Raisin in the Sun by Lorraine
Hansberry, something as little as a life insurance check causes a big problem. The father in the play,
Walter Lee Sr, passed away so now his family receives his life insurance check. The check is worth
ten–thousand dollars. Act I, Scene I starts out with the Younger family anxiously waiting for the
check to come in the mail. The family consists of Mama, her daughter Beneatha, her son, Walter and
his wife Ruth, they also have a son named Travis . Even though they all live in a tiny apartment,
Ruth is expecting another . Throughout Act I, we learn that Walter wants to use the money to open
up a liquor store, but Mama does not condone that behavior. "Well–––

Someone Was Movin ' Into Mrs. Dirk 's Old House
Someone was movin' into Mrs. Dirk 's old house, she had died many years back. She used to rock in
her rocking chair on the porch. I remember she was a kind, old widow. Me and Hattie used to play
in her old costumes: her hats, jewelry, and her dance shoes. She'd tell us stories of when she was in
the Harlem Renaissance, she would show us pictures. She was beautiful. She was eighty–nine when
she died. Now someone was movin' into her old house. We watched the big, green truck drive up the
dirt road and up the hill where Mrs. Dirk's house sat. Me and Hattie watched behind the old wooden
fence. "I hope they got a girl my age," said Hattie. I wished the same thing and I know why. Hattie
and I have spent every summer together for ... Show more content on Helpwriting.net ...
The man took a box out of the truck and marched into the house. A lady came around the truck to
the back and pulled out a box . She was tall and thin. She wore ripped jeans and a long sleeve,
yellow shirt. It was cut at the bottom in little strips. She wore a vest that was cut into little strips as
well. She had long, blonde hair with a headband around it. She had long earrings and she wore
sandals. She looked the same age as the man. She took the box into the house and a girl followed
with a box. The girl was tall, definitely taller than me and skinny. She wore very short shorts, they
were light blue. She wore a short sleeve tie die shirt that was cut into little strips at the bottom. She
wore long earrings and dozens of bracelets. She had long, red, curly hair that was thick and wild.
They continued to unload their truck. White folks movin' into Mrs. Dirk 's house. I guess there 's
nothing wrong with it, they got as much right to live here as we got as much right to live anywhere
else. I wondered if that girl would want to play with me and Hattie. Hattie started to run toward her
house. "Hattie, wait up!" I ran after her. We stopped under the big oak tree. "I thought we was gonna
to say hello to them," I asked Hattie. "I ain 't gonna to say hello to them! I gotta tell my papa what
kind of people moved in there," she answered. "You don 't know what kind of people they are. You
haven 't even spoken to them yet." "I do

Mama Nila
Who Taught Me to Cook and Inspired my Cooking?
I remember this: I was 5 years old, a Spanish speaking Jewish girl by ethnicity and Catholic by
religion living with her family in a house in the state of San Salvador in El Salvador. We were a hard
working family by most standards. Both of my parents own a Jewelry store in down town San
Salvador, earning money every day, which made us high–middle class by Salvadorians standards. I
also have a brother. We lived in a time during war in the country and a combination of irregular pay,
hope, fear and military government. In this times, Mama Nila told me to have a positive attitude
while teaching me how to cook.
I call my grandmother Mama Nila, she was one of the few Jews who live in San Salvador ... Show
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My mama Nila took some of her precious time to teach me how to cook. I remember that at first, I
learned to heat the oven to 350 and then, heat oil in a large Dutch oven over medium–high heat.
That temperature is very high so, I was afraid of getting burned. But my grandma made it easy for
me because she just held my little hand and turn on the oven. This made me feel more confident,
and secure because she was next to me. Next, I learned to add onion, celery, salt, and peppers to
pan; sauté 6 minutes or until onion is tender. Then, Mama Nila taught me how to combine
cornstarch and beef, tossing well to coat. I tried to mix the ingredients with a circular motion until
well blended, but it was a little bit difficult to blend because it was my first time doing it. So mama
Nila told me to be patient and keep do it until I get all the ingredients in a uniform consistency form.
I kept trying it, until I got it right, and that makes me happy because I learned how to blend the
mixture

Why I Hate Christmas Essay
Why I hate Christmas
"I despise Christmas and I always will!" –––this was a common monologue I had with my lonely
self around this time of year. I continued on my daily evening saunter, in the bitter, cold air, gazing
at the children on the other side of the fence playing outdoors in the mounds of white snow.
Joyously appearing as if layering ten garments for the sake of stepping outside was to be fun. I
would like to believe that I do not envy the children with happy childhoods and amorous families,
but I know dejectedly, I still do. You could call me a "Grinch" during this time of year I guess. But
overall, I find the holiday of Christmas extremely irritating and obnoxious. I returned to my desolate
"room" that I have had to call my home for the last couple of years, but I presume I would have no
choice. Lonesome, once ... Show more content on Helpwriting.net ...
I had had a very wonderful dream that night. I was a child once again, filled with bliss and
contentment. My entire family and I were all together having a splendid time at Central Park on
Christmas Eve. We were all together singing Carols, building snow men, and opening gifts
together... I don't remember the last time I saw my family. Sad, but I guess better for me at the same
time. My family members were not the best people, I guess you could say, but somewhere in my
heart I know I still love them. I look around my cage at plain concrete walls. Steel bars, doors, and a
toilet. It's all a man needs, right? How I have endured this same, drab room for all this time and not
gone crazy I would really like to know. I look over at my calendar hanging by the window. It's
Christmas Eve once again. People are elatedly rushing around malls picking out last minute
Christmas gifts to put a smile on children's faces. While I'm here... isolated... staring out the small,
spherical window in my cell, struggling to remember how life was back when I was

Lorraine Hansberry's A Raisin In The Sun
A Raisin in the Sun is a play that focuses on the "American Dream" and one's conception of a
"better life". The play is set in Chicago during the 1950's and 1960's. The younger live in a tiny
apartment building with five people living in it. Each character in the play has their own view on
what the American Dream is and what they perceive a better life would be. The author focuses on
the importance of achieving one's dreams regardless of the various struggles in the Youngers lives.
Mama has dreams of providing her family with a better life than she and her husband, Walter Lee
Sr., ever had. Mama said, "Lord if this little plant don't get more sun than it's been getting it ain't
never going to see spring again." The plant symbolizes Mamas dedication ... Show more content on
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Beneatha thinks that Walter's dream of buying a liquor store is a waste of money, she does not feel
Walter has the ability to make a success of a business and is extremely thankful that her mom, Lena,
will not agree to the plan either. Beneatha is different from other woman in her generation; because
her dreams and ambitions are expected to cultural traditions. Walter is striving for independence and
wants to own his own business at a liquor store. He wants to be the provider for his family and
household. Walter said to Mama, " A job Mama, a job? I open and close car doors all day long, I
drive a man around in his limousine and I say, "yes, sir, no, sir; very good sir; shall I take the drive,
sir" Mama that ain't no job, that ain't nothing at all." This symbolizes how Walter is embarrassed of
his job and how badly he wants to become independent. Walter goes through with trying to make his
business of a liquor store happen by using some of the insurance money Mama had given him; he
ends up losing the money to a con–artist, Willy Harris, and this is when he realizes the importance
of his family's dreams and where he came from. Mama said, "He finally came into his manhood
today, didn't he? Kind of like a rainbow after the rain." This symbolizes how Walter went from
being looked down upon by his family to becoming his family's hero. He realized he had to step up
and help his family stand up to Linder after Linder tried to pay them money to not move to
Clybourne

Analysis Of The Book ' I Am A Mighty Watch Dog '
"I am a mighty watch dog," Erich announced on these days and puffed out his chest. "You women
rest and I will keep my eyes out for anything dangerous that comes close." He always believed he
needed to protect us. Mama smiled at her beloved son, but I could see her eyes. It was then I knew
she wouldn 't depend on him. As we traveled there were several villages, but we children were never
allowed to approach them. Mama told us, "I will go into that town to see if I can ask for some food."
"I will go too," Erich insisted. "No, my precious, you stay here and guard our family. You are the
watch dog, remember?" It was terrifying for me when Mama left us, even though Irmgard was there.
What if my mother didn 't come back? What if the ... Show more content on Helpwriting.net ...
We are dirty and tired." The cottage was small but there were beds with woolen blankets. It felt
good to be indoors after all this time and I pretended that we had reached our forever home. As
Irmgard moved silently through the cabin, she cried out, "Look, look at the canned goods. There is
so much food here for us." She smoothed her hands over the bounty, cradling a tin of meat, as if it
were a newborn kitten. Meat had been something we hadn 't had in months and the cupboard had
dozens of canned varieties along with fruits and vegetables. We all danced around the small room,
holding hands and giggling. I could not remember when I 'd seen Mama laugh like that; all the
worry drained from her face and she stood taller, too. In my childhood mind it was obvious: Mama
thought we were going to die in the forest and now with food, we could survive until we arrived at
my aunt 's home. As dusk settled, we dared not light a candle for fear someone would discover us,
but with our bellies full, it didn 't matter as we snuggled under the rough wool blankets and relaxed
on the beds. On the last night, we heard a noise. "Quiet," Mama whispered and we were all suddenly
awake and fearful. "I hear someone walking on sticks," Erich said in a tiny voice. "The sticks are
cracking under his weight." "What will happen if someone finds that we 've broken into the house?"
Irmgard murmured, but even I knew the

Personal Narrative-Home
Mama shoved me under Daddy's church desk, and laid on top of me with her hand over my mouth. I
broke free long enough to say, "Daddy's flying away, Mama." "Shhh child. Stay still." And so I did.
Still as my cat Sassy sitting in the sill bird–watching. 'Cept for the shaking that I couldn't stop.
Seemed to have a mind of its own, like the ripples that moved across my favorite creek. Daddy used
to take me craw fishin' there. Told me to watch bubbles for signs of life. Said that shallow waters
were deceptive. So in that moment when Daddy came to visit me under his desk, I thought about
how those dark waters reminded me of what it was like looking in his eyes. I knew he was gone
long before the screams stopped, as I lay under Mama's shivering body. She finally got up, real quiet
like, and found ... Show more content on Helpwriting.net ...
He'll be singing it to you, Grasshopper." After Daddy told me he loved me and left that day, my
auntie washed me. She brought in a nice warm towel that she'd heated up in the dryer, all special
like. She wrapped me up in it, like a caterpillar in its cocoon, and that's when I got the idea that I
might like being a butterfly now. Save Daddy's special name for me at night when I crawl in bed,
suck my thumb and spend time with him in my dreams. He called me that because he said I jumped
higher than a grasshopper and I was always running everywhere at once, like the legs of a river. But
now I want to be like Bree and fly up flagpoles, like Superwoman. I thought one of my uncles or
one of the reverends was going to sing our favorite song, but Daddy sent the President of these
United States instead to sing our favorite song. When his wife hugged me, she told me to never
forget how beautiful I am on the inside and the outside. I know she wouldn't lie to me, so that's why
I believe the words she

Essay on Janis Joplin
Janis Joplin
One of the most colorful music legends of the 1960's was Janis Joplin. Blues legend Janis Lyn
Joplin was born on January 19th 1943, the eldest child of parents Seth and Dorothy Joplin. Janis
was born and raised in the small Southern petroleum industry town of Port Arthur, Texas. Her father
was a canning factory worker, her mother a registrar at a local business college. Her non–
aberrational upbringing coupled with the atmosphere of Port Arthur at the time; generally restrictive,
intolerant, and unnurturing must've made even Janis' early childhood difficult. By all accounts,
however, Janis seems to have been a "normal" and happy child, who fitted society's usual definition
of "pretty". It was in Janis' adolescence that ... Show more content on Helpwriting.net ...
By the time Janis graduated from Thomas Jefferson High School in 1960, she had already decided
she wanted to be a singer, and left home. At first, Janis found work in the country and western clubs
of Texas, also singing folk songs for very little money. Her ultimate goal in doing this was to raise
enough money for a bus fare to California. She played the folk circuit around Austin for a short
while, and then left for San Francisco. In the summer of 1965, Janis returned home to Port Authur
for a year to question her life direction. Drugged–up and burned–out, she attempted unsuccessfully
to conform to a "straight" lifestyle. Then, a fed–up Janis headed back to Austin, where she had
previously experienced such hostility, and stayed there for a further seven months before she was on
the move again this time to San Francisco, where the next, and most important, chapter of her life
was to begin.
By 1967, Janis had joined Big Brother and the Holding Company and hit the big time, or at least,
had established a healthy following locally. Albert Grossman, arguably the most influential and
important entertainment manager of the era, showcased them. Thanks to him, they secured a three–
record deal with Colombia Records. The band played at Bill Graham's Fillmore Auditorium and, at
the Monterey Pop Festival, California, where Janis gave a legendary performance. A year later, Big
Brother released their first album

Characterization Of Everyday Use By Alice Walker
Characterization is considered to be an element of literature. Analyzing characterization is the key to
finding a fictional story's theme, and it is made known through direct and indirect characterization.
Direct characterization tells the personality or traits of the character, while indirect presents the
character by their actions. Alice Walker's "Everyday Use" is a short story that reveals its theme
through characterization and used by exposing the characters values, heritage, and insecurities. The
literary sub¬genre of "Everyday Use" is realistic fiction. This story focuses its writing and plot
around the values of a rural family. Walker' story is about two sisters and a mother who live in a
rural section of Georgia. The oldest daughter left and pursued a college career and after a while she
decides visit her mother. At the end of her visit she intends to leave with some of the family
heirlooms two quilts. The mother finds out her daughter only wants the quilts as a pretense of
displaying heritage. Alice Walker story exposes the theme of heritage. Throughout the story, Walker
uses indirect characterization to describe Dee, and direct characterization to describe Maggie and
Mama, in order to reveal the different ways that people embrace their heritage. The indirect
characterization of Dee shows how she embraces her heritage superficially. While Dee is shown to
be spoiled and selfish, throughout the story her indirect characterization is shown through her own

Everyday Use by Alice Walker an Analysis
Tamica Powell
September 30, 2011
Everyday Use Analysis
Everyday Use is a compelling story of a mother's conflicting relationships with her two daughters.
Maggie, which the mother feels contains more practical and traditional ways of living life and then
Dee her oldest and most promising daughter, who she feels has broken away from tradition and has
lost a lot of their heritage. At first glance you would see this as the normal mother daughter spat of
maybe the wild child versus the little miss do right. This story holds a much deeper and important
meaning. Everyday use tells the struggle to keep hold of African American culture in the late 1960's
early 1970's, when most African Americans were searching for their roots. Many ... Show more
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Dee even had to ask "Didn't Uncle Buddy whittle it out of a tree you all used to have"? She did not
know herself, and when her boyfriend (or husband) asked who also made the dasher. She couldn't
reply, instead Maggie did stating "Aunt Dee's first husband whittled the dash", and that "His name
was Henry, but they called him Stash. This is an inherent meaning that with the transformation to
the Black Panther movement our heritage was being forgotten.
The quilts in this story represent African American heritage, they symbolize the pain, tears and
struggle African Americans had to go through in the United States. The sister's conflict over who
should have the quilts shows the struggle between the Black Power movement and the African
American, and who should define its heritage. Dee when asked what she would do with the quilts,
she stated "Hang them". Dee also vagrantly argued that her sister Maggie would use put the quilts to
"everyday use". See Dee's argument represents the Black Power movement by using the quilts to
hang as a status symbol, to remind her of the social and economic status she has currently obtained.
Maggie's use symbolizes the African American culture to purely remember the heritage not to rank
with statuses or to compare. Alice Walker distinctively allows us to know which argument she feels
is

Descriptive Essay About A Concert
It's hard to believe it was only two years ago. Two years ago that I saw my at the time favorite
country artist in concert. My mind was racing with thoughts before and after the show. I had so
much fun and I will never forget how happy I was and how much I appreciated my mama and step–
dad for being able to do this for me because they knew I really wanted to go. My first concert,
seeing Keith Urban is one I will never ever forget.
The drive to Summerfest was amazing. My step–dad and my mama were playing a bunch of Keith
Urban songs, it was really loud, and everyone was screaming in the car. Before i knew it, we were
there. I was at Summerfest about to go enjoy my first concert. When we got there we had to get our
actual tickets before we could go in.
When we got in we got some drinks and then we went to our seats. We were in the red section
which is the closest section. We weren't in the first row though, and it didn't even matter, being there
was more than I could've ever asked for. The first person to play before Keith Urban was a group
called Dan and Shay. We arrived a little late, so we didn't get to see them but, we did get to see the
next performer, Phillip Phillips.
Hearing Phillip Phillips perform wasn't as exciting as I thought it would be. Don't get me wrong, I
love him as an artist and his music is amazing, but I didn't find him playing life the greatest. I don't
remember much of it either. I remember one song that he performed and that was his song Gone
Gone

A Puerto Rican Childhood Analysis
Cautionary old wive's tales have long been an effective way to teach children morality and values
without boring them. In Judith Ortiz Cofer's "A Partial Remembrance of a Puerto Rican Childhood"
(rpt. In Santi V. Buscemi and Charlotte Smith, 75 Readings Plus, 10th ed. [New York: McGraw Hill,
2013] 67–71) it is clear how a good storyteller such as Mama can capture the attention her audience.
Cofer's grandmother often tells these "cuentos" to her daughters and granddaughters over afternoon
coffee. These stories are used as an indirect way for Mama to teach her family the values and
lessons that she has learned throughout her life. With her family members, Mama's presence
demands a universal respect. Everyone in the room listens to what Mama has to say, even if it's not
what they want to hear. Mama is the absolute leader among the women her family and her opinions
are held in high regard. Cofer acknowledges this saying that even her own mother "did not possess
Mama's matriarchal power to command and keep everyone's attention" (68). All of the stories that
Mama tells are individual experiences or things that she has observed throughout her life. These
stories all accumulate into a wealth of ... Show more content on Helpwriting.net ...
She hopes to pass on the wisdom that that she has gained to the women of her family. Each story has
a moral that Mama hopes to instill in her family. Often Mama would direct her tales at one of the
women in particular, in hopes that they make good decisions. Cofer recalls when the tale of Maria
La Loca was told for the sake of her Aunt Laura who was engaged at young age: "I noticed how
young Aunt Laura lowered her eyes, refusing to meet Mama's meaningful gaze" (68). Mama is
obviously concerned for her daughter and doesn't want to see her make the same mistakes as Maria
La Loca. Although this upsets Laura, she still holds her mother in high regard and listens to her
story without

The Journey Of My Spiritual Development
It was at a very young age that I knew there was something very different about me. I could never
put my finger on it, but I always felt like something inside made me different from everyone else
around me. In almost ever setting or place. I have always felt there was something going on
internally that I could not explain, but it is as if I knew from the time I could see and hear that I was
not alone in this journey called life. And in reflection, I see that God was certainly always there
watching patiently every step of the way. The power of God sovereignty observing each growth
spirit, failure and experience day after day during every passing moment brought about physical and
spiritual of transformation. One of the cornerstones in my spiritual development started when I was
age eight. At the time I was living in an orphanage in Grand Rapids Michigan because my father
had died suddenly at age 38 and my mother was in a rehabilitation center recovering from a serious
heroin addiction. One day an older African American woman showed up at the facility towards the
end of the day. I could see her talking with one of the caretakers at the facility. They kept talking
and every few seconds they would turn around and look in the direction where I was standing. I
knew in my heart they were talking about me, but I could make out what they were talking about.
One thing was for sure, I hated living with the 30 other orphaned boys in a barracks type setting like
something

Everyday Use Movie Analysis
3. My reaction for Mama was exactly how I imagine her before I saw that film., I was surprise of
everything that she can do as a single mother. In my point of view I think that the way that mama
describe her self is like a person that don't need help for no body and she also shows that she don't
need any man in her life to keep living. According to the short story, "In real life I am a large, big–
boned woman with rough, man–working hands" (Walker). This demonstrates how Mama sees her
self as a person that can do anything wit out no body help.
My reaction for Maggie was very sad because if I in the same position that she is I will feel bad for
my self because how is possible that your big sister can have a education and you not. In my point
of vie I think that her mother did it want to stay alone and that way she stay wit Maggie so she will
not miss so much Dee. I might be wrong but I always thinking if other can get education why not
me. According to the story, "Maggie's brain is like a elephants" (walker). This ... Show more content
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Even thong we all want better things in life you should always remember where you can you from
and love your life the way they are. I believe that in some point Dee have feeling for her family but I
also believe that if you don't have a every day moment with your family when you are with them
you should make their life and you're the most happier that is possible so you will feel proud of your
self. According to the story, "But from the way you and Mama still live you'd never know it"
(Walker). This demonstrate the way that Dee thinks about the way they live, also it shows that
because she don't live that life that her mother and sister are living she will not move on, but what
she is forgetting is that everything is not just material things and fashion were is love everything

Personal Narrative: Mama
Mama always had a love–hate relationship with my hair. If she was around me all the time, she'd
comb and gel my black curly hair into an unpredictable shape, whatever she wanted. It almost
always became a frizzy, tangled mess. I never liked her hair styling but I finally learned not to argue
with Mama. I liked my hair like I like my food: simple. No need to add anything, or spend more
money. My mama didn't see it like that. "See, all you have to do is a little of this and a little of that
and you can go out in this world," Mama said. She never gave up a moment to instruct me. I always
scrunched up my face into the ugliest shape imaginable when she said this, and nodded along like I
was listening. She couldn't see my reflection in the mirror–

How Does Mama Elena Play In Like Water For Chocolate
Alexander Veras
Mr Rodriguez/ Period 7
English 4
November 18, 2014
Like Water for Chocolate
In the novel certain people feel like they have the obligations and the responsibility to serve their
family. In Like Water for Chocolate Tita have the obligation to take care of her family, but it feels
like Tita is like a slave. The first obligation that Tita have is that she needs to take care of her
mother, cook for the whole family, and take care of her sister childrens. Some examples are when
Tita has to cook every meal for her sister weeding and make the breakfast every morning. Also,
Mama Elena told Tita that she has to take care of her until she die. The last example is when
Rosaura ... Show more content on Helpwriting.net ...
Tita demonstrate her duty and responsibility by doing the cooking and following orders from
someone else. Rosaura show her duty to Pedro by taking care of her child and giving love to Pedro,
just like a wife on that time used to do. "I would like to have been born a man, so I could leave too .
. . And I would not have liked to be a women." (chapter 2). This quote means that being a woman
was really hard and people sometimes wanted to be a woman. In Like Water for Chocolate, woman
are the one who do most of the duty on this society and if you do not do your duty people react
violent to others. Finally, every characters show different way of duty and

Aristotle & I Remember Mama Essay
Philosophy Through Film | Aristotle & "I Remember Mama" 1. In Aristotle, the good of man is
described as final and self–sufficient. That is, the chief good is something final. This relates well to
Uncle Chris throughout the movie. Everyone was scared of him – he drank, he drove fast and was
quite brash. However, when he died, his nieces discovered that there was no inheritance, because he
had been donating it to children with leg problems so that they didn't grow up and limp as he did.
No one knew, until that moment, that he was spending his money on children that he didn't even
know (aside from his nephew) so that they didn't suffer the pain that he did. These donations were
his chief good, and he could be described ... Show more content on Helpwriting.net ...
For example, when Mama spends Saturday evening counting the money that Papa has brought home
and divvying it among their bills, the kids are always as relieved as Mama that they don't have to go
to the bank. Only later did we find out that there was never a bank, but Mama didn't want to
unnecessarily worry her children. They were, after all, only children. Mama was always willing to
do anything to make her children happy, including selling the brooch that was her mother's in order
to get Katrin the dresser set that she had been eyeing for her graduation gift. When Christine told
Katrin, it was Christine that was admonished – Mama, again, didn't want to worry her children.
Finally, when Aunt Trina came to tell Mama about wanting to marry Mr. Thorkelson, Mama took
matters into her own hands because Aunt Trina was afraid her sisters would laugh at her. Mama
threatened to tell her sisters' secrets rather than let her timid sister be laughed at. 4. Also in Book II,
Aristotle states that to live a morally virtuous life one must avoid excess and defect. Drinking (or
eating) above a certain amount destroys the health. This is proven in Uncle Chris dying of the DTs.
Although Uncle Chris was a good man, he had vices and believed in indulging himself in pleasures,
whether it be drinking, driving fast or the pleasure of a woman. This last one, however, was once
again perception, as they had been

How Are Maggie And Dee Alike
Some sisters have a great relationship, but some do not. The characteristics of both sisters shape that
relationship. Although Dee and Maggie are sisters in the story "Everyday Use", they have many
characteristics that are different, but they also have a few characteristics that are similar. Dee and
Maggie both differ in the characteristics of being assertive and being family oriented, but they share
the characteristic of being clever. Firstly, Dee and Maggie differ in the characteristic of
assertiveness. From the very beginning, one can notice that Dee is a lot more assertive than Maggie.
In fact, it can be said that Maggie is not assertive at all; she is submissive. Dee is decisive and
confident even when she was young. Dee will not take ... Show more content on Helpwriting.net ...
They both are clever. Even though they are both clever, they are clever in different ways. Dee is
educated when it comes to academics. For example, Mama says that Dee went to Augusta to school
and learned many things, " But that was before we raised the money, the church and me, to send her
to Augusta to school... She washed us in a river of make– believe, burned us with a lot of knowledge
we didn't necessarily need to know," (Page 79). Dee is very clever because she went to Augusta,
Georgia for school and is knowledgeable in subjects related to academics. Her knowledge on those
subjects still doesn't mean that it is any use to her family directly. Likewise, Maggie is also very
clever. Maggie may not be as educated as Dee, but she is still very clever. Maggie shows how clever
she is when she says this, "Aunt Dee's first husband whittled the dash... His name was Henry, but
they called him Stash." At that, Dee comments, "Maggie's brain is like an elephant's," (Page 81).
Maggie is clever because she can remember things from a long time ago. Dee acknowledges this
fact by comparing her brain to an elephant's. An elephant can also remember things from the past
well too. Maggie's ability to remember events is what makes her clever. Therefore, Maggie and Dee
both share the characteristic of being

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