Tag: Neighborhood

Do I Have To Look My Age?

I was walking through the neighborhood one day when, from behind a hedge, a dog started barking at me. A woman I couldn’t see quieted it down by saying, “It’s all right. It’s just an old lady.” “Who are you calling an old lady?” I thought. Then: “We...

We live in a(n) (Un)Safe Neighborhood.

Our beloved Aurora stepped into the next chapter of her life last month after sending her youngest off to his first year away at college. She and her husband put their home on the market, sold, and packed up to move to their new home in Austin, Texas. Naturally, we wanted to send them off in styl...

The Hypocrisy of White Liberal ???Wokeness???

I live in a middle-class neighborhood in Portland, Oregon, ostensibly one of the most progressive cities in the country (if you’re willing to overlook our breathtakingly racist history of redlining, exclusion, and gentrification). It seems as though every third house I pass on my daily walks h...

Just What the Neighborhood Needs: A New Gun-Control Group.

The NRA, on the other hand, had connections to gun owners all over the country by dint of sponsoring shooting matches at various public ranges, as well as having display booths at hundreds of gun shows which were held in just about all 50 states. The NRA’s public presence and...

11th Arrondissement neighborhood guide ??? where to live in Paris

The 11th arrondissement is the perfect district if you want to get a real insight of a proper Parisian lifestyle. This arrondissement in itself could be divided into several districts: from one street to another, you find yourself in a wealthy area or in a very modest zone with a strong ethnic mi...

The Old Neighborhood

Stride across familiar concrete No map needed, led by my feet Musical notes from a second story window As the smoke from a bus fills the air Aroma and scent of breads and dough Flavors and odors that forever I’ll know Young one's groups walking past They're up to something, go...

Spreading Happiness in Our Neighborhood!

Once upon a time in a small village, there lived two friends with names, Aryan and Alina. They were known throughout the community for their warm smiles and kind hearts. Every morning, Aryan would tend to his garden, carefully nurturing colorful flowers that would brighten up the entire street. A...