What does or did the summer season mean to you? In a series of very short articles 'Before You Go' how many of you were able just to relax and enjoy the season. As a child I remember playing all sorts of games, riding my bike and looking forward to the family reunion. As an adult it just seems like any other season except it is very hot and humid in the Deep South and cannot do very much at least for me I was a Northerner most of my life and it was just too darn humid for me.
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Mark Graham
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Look Who's Calling
Who am I calling? said Teddy E. Bear. Hello, anyone there. Please talk to me for I feel so lonely. No one talked to Teddy. The phone rang again he picked it up said Hello. The person on the other end stated please put another quarter in the slot to keep the connection. Teddy said that he was a bear and had no money. What am I to do? he wondered. He tried to make eye contact with someone that passed by, and wouldn't you know it a child came over and picked him up and they each hugged largely.
By Mark Grahamabout a year ago in Critique
Standing While Falling
Quotation from Friedrich Nietzsche "He who wrestles long with monsters should beware lest he himself become a monster. And if you gaze long into an abyss, the abyss also gazes into you. Man is not destroyed by suffering, but by the meaning he makes of it."
By LUCCIAN LAYTH12 days ago in Critique
The African Diaspora and History of Rhetoric: Learning to Learn
When studying the history of rhetoric, many groups were excluded from participating in power and were used, abused, and written off as inferior. Even today African nations have not recovered from being exploited by European powers.
By WILD WAYNE : The Dragon King4 days ago in Critique
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As a child growing up in the Deep South and in a coastal city, we always went to the beach at least three or four times a week during the summer. It was wonderful, since after all, the beach is the best place to be in the heat of a southern summer. As a child I also remember watching the tar bubble up on the tar lined streets of yesteryear, too, because it would get so unbearably hot. As kids, we'd touch the hot tar with sticks.