Do I have enough wisdom to be a good writer? Posted by Nava Atlas. Monday, January 17, 2011. Everything I write, in hindsight, looks rather shallow and inauthentic.

Saturday, December 29, 2007. I often wonder if a partial solution to helping colleges, trade schools, and employers determine the worthiness of students for their programs and businesses is the diploma itself. I anticipate my solution will not be popular among certain groups, but I do think it could eliminate some of debate over assessing student backgrounds and achievement. 4 - The special education diploma for students with a lar.

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Local girl exploring the downtown lunchtime options to help you find new spots! Wednesday, March 20, 2013. Check it out! Amazing salt and pepper fried chicken, kim chee fried rice, and salad. check it out because it changes every day. Sunday, July 01, 2012. Regal Bakery expands to McCully.

Friday, July 11, 2008. When I walked in the room where the World Series was taking place, it was eerily quiet and all you could hear was the nervous shifting around of chips. It was pretty interesting to watch as some people emerged victorious and others left upset and empty-handed. Tuesday, July 1, 2008. Tuesday, June 24, 2008.

Random Tales from my Journals, with a bit of Creative Writing thrown in, spiced up with other pieces that catch my eye. Wednesday, December 12, 2007. The End of the Pickled Eel Blog - Almost. I hope you like it. Let me know your thoughts if you have time to leave a comment. Feel free to forward this on to anyone who you think might enjoy the occasional digression in their web reading.

Sunday, December 6, 2009. God as a my bedroom ceiling,. The undulating pattern of glue. And sheetrock, the pressed boards. With cold nails living in holes. God as the final verse of a hymn, when the song. Thrust itself out from my throat,. The variance, the pitch, the note. He stood on the roof, listening to the speaker. At the pulpit praise him, to the mother of four. Digging in her bag for cheerios, He smiled. While His knuckles turned white, gripping the steeple,.