Exactly a year ago, April 7, 2008, I was sitting at home. I was away from school for the weekend; it was my first Easter at college, and looks to have been my last as a preacher's daughter. It was also the day my cat died. We'd had her for fourteen years, and she was my constant, shedding companion through every significant life-moment since I was four.
Michael K. was suppose to be a graduate of 2007...
This is an essay I've written for my writing class. I want to share it, so...here it is.
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Natalie is dead. Now Maggie has buried both her children. It is completely unreal, completely vague and fuzzy, but Natalie is abruptly gone.
Student remembers 9/11, reacts to recent Churchill lecture
By Stacey R. Hamman
By Stacey R. Hamman
From the Heart of Africa
