If I were stranded on a deserted island for the rest of my life, I would want my Greg Laswell CDs with me. As a matter of fact, I would make a sincere effort to have Greg himself with me. It would be terrific. We would hang out under a low palm's shade or in dark beach caves, writing songs together ...
Nickels on the Pavement
Facebook is so odd. I am tempted to call it "fakebook." Half the time, people are not doing what they claim they are doing! For instance, someone will say, "So-and-so ... is baking chocolate chip cookies with the kids," or "So-and-so ... is out in the 103 degree Texas heat, washing the Mustang." I ...
Student Excuses Don’t Interest Me
This is an excerpt from my old journal. On the following day, March 2, 1994, I suffered a massive stroke that left me quadriplegic. The next time I picked up a pencil was a month later, and my handwriting was worse, of course. It took me half an hour to write two words, "Dear Rob." Those two words ...
Read the Crummy Handwriting on the Wall
I have finished my master's project, entitled "Good Writers in 'Dys-guise': An Experience with Dysgraphia and Legibility in the English Classroom." (You knew I would write about teaching young writers how to be better writers). Poor handwriting. (sigh). Some student essays are composed well, but ...
The Show Must Go On Without Me
Great. Just great. We get to the theater for the 8 PM show, and when the guy scans our tickets, the expression on his face is a cross between that of a mortician and a comedian. He is sympathetic, yet he appears to be suppressing a tragic joke. "Your tickets (cough) are for ... um, were for ...
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