Author name: Beevn F Thacks

We were lost within the revelry of a town parade when I over heard a constant beeping coming from a keychain that my buddy carried. She was nervous due to the fact the alarm had come from an electronic child leash, which meant that her child had walked beyond their set limit.

A harrowing experience helped me discover that there was an urgent necessity to prevent crime against college students. For eight years, I thought of the university where I educated others in Humanities as secure. But my own daughter was threatened with a knife in that very same place.

I was fast asleep when the loud barking of a dog startled me. I heard several footsteps as much more than one individual was stepping away from my front door. It was nonetheless very dark but I got up and walked slowly towards the bedroom window. From there, I glimpsed two shadows scurrying away on the sidewalk, seemingly from my home.

What mother’s heart would not melt every time a daughter says of her, “Ask my gal pal. She knows everything about me?” This, after worrying often enough that giving birth to Emma at age 17 undermines my mothering.

Everybody says that your work defines your personality. It lets you generate enough finances to get you through your everyday needs. It strengthens your personal relations with others. Generally, it helps you live and survive.

My father’s parting gift to me when I got my own place was a pair of cell phone stun guns. I am aged 24 now, and I could be 40 but still be the daughter he wants to safeguard with self-protection tools.

I am probably most known for the organic greens I retail at the weekend market within our community. They come straight out of my own greenhouse. I also accept orders Mondays through Fridays.

My college girl was assailed in school by a pair of intoxicated schoolmates. Knowing she scraped on cemented ground and vaulted over fences just to survive her ordeal, I have unspeakable reactions toward the incident.

A pint-sized home office adjacent to a dark room holds my collection of professional cameras and parts that I use on the job, that of contract digital photography for image banks. In value, that office outdoes the rest of my home.

Coming home late from work has grown to be an expected standard for me lately. My manager is truly pressuring our group to work longer hours and finish numerous projects at one time. It is not that large of an issue because we get overtime compensation but occasionally I worry about my security as I return home at night.