I grew up believing that bells are a reminder to spread goodwill. All bells. Did you hear any bells growing up? Did they go unnoticed, or did they symbolize something particular to you? What about last year? Did you hear the bells at year-end? In my area, no bells rang on New Year's Eve.
What are you, right now? Right now, you are a seeing being. The love that you brought when you came into this world is as pristine as it ever was. Why have you forgotten? Why do you insist on blanketing it under pretenses and stale bravadoes? Let the circus clown in this story remind you...
In Belize, there is only one season. Hot. And when that’s all you know about you do not complain. I never complained. Never. But, as I got older I became curious when at the end of the year I started noticing a pattern. First came the migrating birds and shortly after the migrating tourists. They landed on our shores; their pale faces a sure indication that they weren’t getting enough sun.
Where the Crawdads Sing is the story of Catherine Danielle Clark, nicknamed Kya, who is the youngest in the Clark household. Her Pa is a drunkard and gambler who physically abuses her Ma. The story begins with Ma walking out of their house, and then one by one, the older children doing the same thing, until the only one who’s left behind — for lack of having anywhere to go and no money — is six-year-old, still not able to read, Kya. The year was 1952.
What were your childhood Christmases like? Read about the follies of someone who had never seen a White Christmas. Nostalgic remembrances of how Father brought her and her siblings a white Christmas, and how Mother added a deeper layer of meaning.
"Oh, happy day," Lucille says, smiling, and forcing her eyes off her reflection on the mirror, looks around the room... I grew up in a small town, and it still warms my heart when I think of the many occasions I witnessed weddings. Everyone took to the celebrations as that what's happens in small towns when those wedding bells toll loudly.