Why (and How) I Wrote a Writing Book
I remember the exact moment when a student called out from the back of the room and said, “Dr. H., I just want to learn
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I remember the exact moment when a student called out from the back of the room and said, “Dr. H., I just want to learn
I’m chopping romaine lettuce this morning, and all of a sudden, I’m back in 8th grade. It’s 1988. My teacher, Mrs. Guiles, tells the class:
If I’m going to live with flair, I have to think about communicating with flair. Most of us will have thousands of occasions for writing