The Things I Carried

The things I carried, my pocketbook that is filled with lots of junk that at times weighs heavily on my shoulders, inside are consumed with many things, some credit cards, a check book and a few dollars just in case or perhaps for some shopping along with other unnamed things. But this cannot outweighs the missing piece of my child being away from home, is one of the main things I carried,   I wonder how he's doing, I prayed that he's O.K., and hope that he makes the right decisions as he goes through the journey of his chosen career. I'm proud to be the mother of a sailor. The safety of my children is a great deal to me.

Every Where Is War

Every time you listen to the news, you hear of war somewhere, in a foreign  country or at home.Brothers fighting against brothers, sisters fighting against sisters. War don't just happen, it started in our hearts. Where is the love? The love for our brothers and sisters, did it jumped out the window while driving on the highway or did it went for a long walk. We are our brothers/sisters keeper, I  look out for you and you for me. In today's world, being a brothers/sisters keeper has become a distance past. Love each other and pass it on.

A Worn Path

Just as I started to read this story, I knew how I could really elaborate on  it. As I continue to read into the story I realize that Ms.Phoenix Jackson wasn't as mentally competent as her earlier years.Dementia or Alzheimer's have been a big concern among care givers, who takes care of there elderly love ones. Imagine what Phoenix Jackson went through, walking and talking to herself, drinking out of an unclean stream of water,etc. Due to my profession I have a firsthand experience with this disease and how it affects the entire family.Did you see what I get from reading this story?      

Writing in Style

Reading these stories from our textbook, you see the differences in diction and syntax. However, trying to put your understanding is very extensive ,we should all be able to critical read by the end of ENG 1002. I like the story of "Mr. Pirzada Came To Dine" and "My Two Lives."

Out of Many One People

We are people who came from different cultural backgrounds, and unites into one big melting pot of America. No matter what we look like or whatever different languages we speak, we are one. As a Jamaican -American I'm very proud of where I came from and where I am now. In Jamaica ,our motto is "Out of Many One People" lots of love. Irie mon!!!

Imagination @ work

Literature is our imagination at work that is bought to life in stories, songs, letters, poems, etc. Writing in your journal maybe thoughts of your imagination or personal experience that may later become a literary piece of history. Literature crosses many threshold in communication barriers that make you smile at how a thought can be place in different terms, according to our imagination.  Continue to write and explore your artistic side in writing, my friends. Keep topping your fingers away on the net.Writing is our imagination at work.

Literature

Over the weekend, I read three of the stories for ENG1002 literature .I actually feel asleep over them. I don't know if I was that tried or if I was bored with reading the stories, while trying to figure out my approach to start my writing process on which ever one I choose.
I have been reading a lot, especially on A & P 1 and Lab.

My two lives

I read the nonfiction story "My two lives" written by Jhumpa Lahiri, and I can relate to this story profoundly with the exception that my parents not being in America. This story really it close to home and that I'm now in the same boat with my kids. I'm sure most of in us in class are immigrants and may also relate.

Third Semester

My first blog for ENG1002.