ednagelhout
In my grammar class, we talk a lot about form and function. Similarly, we have to work hard every day defining who we are and how we work in the context of our lives.
I went away and now I return. I have grown. I used to collect coke bottles and return them for a nickel apiece.
The holiday gathering was festive. The family was all home, all together. Like so many family dinners when the children were growing up, it was loud, raucous, and full of love.
I get tired of those who say that if you know the rules of grammar, you can break them. Most people need to learn the rules first so that they can obey them.
I have my routine every morning; it makes me comfortable. This routine provides a certain stability to my day. I can live without the stability that this routine affords.
Stand up straight! I was tall and felt uncomfortable. Slouching allowed me to blend, slouching was comfortable because without it I felt awkward and exposed.
I don't dream of anywhere because I'm happy in my somewhere. I don't dream of anywhere because nowhere is still a place of possibility.
I am a city boy, born and bred, although the skyline in the west is different than that of eastern cities. The west is postsuburban, without the hubs and tall buildings so prevalent in the major midwestern and eastern cities; instead, the skyline is roofs of houses, power lines, and mountains.
Rules structure the games we play and the work that we do. But rules always have gaps, for good or for ill. I read somewhere that the most creative thinking always occurs within the framework of the rules that limit our thinking.
She had a flair for the dramatic, a sense of timing that made her message more powerful. While all others around her expressed panic and uncertainty, the world slowed down, and the words grew larger, the meanings clear.
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