Well, I used to be a compulsive exerciser, but I'm over that.
I'm an obsessive writer who needs and loves revision. Writing helps me learn and helps me teach.
In essay writing, I'm trying to push the form of expository writing. I'm trying to remember, trying to reckon, trying to find connections with the world, the nation and me, but I'm always trying to push the form, too, without being too obvious that I'm trying to push the form.
I wish every American explored the importance of novel writing, identity, honesty, character and place in fresh-ass ways.
First of all, the novel should be a critique of the novels that have come before it in a language that broadens the audience of American literature. Second, it's really got to be invested in a number of what-if questions.
I'm not good enough as a person and definitely not good enough as a writer.
I'm also, than anything else, a teacher and a student. And without the four hours, I'm pretty monsterish. For real.
Only the Holy Spirit has the power to make the changes God wants to make in our lives. . . . We allow Christ to live through us. . . through the choices we make. We choose to do the right thing in situations and then trust God's Spirit to give us his power, love, faith, and wisdom to do it. Since God's Spirit lives inside of us, these things are always available for asking.
In addition, California spends nearly $1 billion a year in Medi-Cal services for an average of 780,000 illegal immigrants a month, over and above emergency health services.
Orpheus with his lute made trees, And the mountain tops that freeze, Bow themselves, when he did sing; To his music, plants and flowers Ever sprung; as sun and showers There had made a lasting spring. Every thing that heard him play, Even the billows of the sea, Hung their heads, and then lay by. In sweet music is such art, Killing care and grief of heart Fall asleep, or hearing, die.
I'm not one for wardrobe.