Essay on Center Stage

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Censorship short story
Without Remorse The pleading breaths and throbbing heart of the man echoed through the tangibly silent darkness of the crisp midnight air. A shot rang out as he collapsed and struggled to breathe through the warm liquids that filled his severed esophagus. Suffocation overcame him while two

censorship of pornography a moral issue
Imagine The New York Times headline reading "Sports Illustrated Swimsuit Edition Banned!!" If the pro-censorship/anti-porn sector of our society has its way, this headline may come true. Some of the pro-censorship supporters believe that women posing provacatively in bathing suits should be consid

On January 4th, 1962 Dolores and Donald Marshall gave birth to their fifth child, my mother Patricia Marie. She was born in Sisters Hospital in Buffalo, New York. She grew up in a house with five bedrooms, a kitchen, a living room and one bathroom. This seems like a pretty big house except for one thing. There were ten of them, eight girls, one boy, and the parents. Her family was not the wealthiest family, but with everyone working together they made ends meet.

She lived in the Love Joy section of Buffalo. It was one of the worst neighborhoods in Buffalo. The worst gang in Buffalo lived there. It was not as bad as it sounds. If you lived on the right side of the railroads you were protected. No one would mess with you if you lived in Love Joy. The gang would make sure of it. Your back was always covered.

In 1981 my mother married my father, Todd Morrison. The next year they had me in March. Three years later my dad was offered a job in Florida that my mom urged him to take. So in 1985 we moved to Florida, it was the four of us. Oh, my younger brother, Donald, was born in 1983. Then in 1986 my mother had her third child, Christopher. Then in 1989 my dad’s job would take us to North Carolina, and we have lived here ever since.

Ever since she was little she had to be the center of attention. I guess it would make sense since she was the middle child of such a big family. It was sometimes hard to get the attention too. I remember on of my aunts telling me, “Patti always had to be different. She had to make sure the attention was always on her” My mother was different also. Instead of staying in New York like all her sisters and her brother, she moved away. She wanted the attention on her and moving was a pretty good way. Especially when she came back to visit. Everyone would ask how she was, if she liked her new, how her kids were, and if she was happy. It made her happy to know that everyone missed her and that when she came home she was the lead actress on stage and no one could take that role from her. No one else was gone. Just her.

It was not recently until I really noticed how badly my mother wanted that attention, how badly she wanted to be center stage. I graduated in June. I was not really upset that any of my aunts...