Teachers can go on cruises with the National Oceanographic and Atmospheric Administration and anyone can spend the summer as a volunteer in a National Parks and even earn money doing it.
Believe it or not, I worked four summers in college as a sports writer covering baseball for a parks and rec department in Bayonne, N.J.
I think you can have moderate success by copying something else, but if you really want to knock it out of the park, you have to do something different and take chances.
Plenty of patrons had asked me strange things, but this was the first who asked me where my car was parked. It was almost comical to look at the man, because he actually thought I was going to tell him. I struggled to come up with a reply, but the be...
Dear Edmond, When I got home last night I noticed that you were asleep. I also noticed that you had gone to Morton's Steakhouse and there were leftovers in the fridge. Renaldo and Ruprecht were asleep, so I examined the boxes a little more closely. O...
Satan: Saddam, I need to talk to you Saddam Hussein: Ah, you'd better get packing, bitch, we're running out of time. Satan: [sighs] sometimes you can love someone very much, but still know they aren't right for you. Saddam Hussein: What the *fuck* ar...
Oh, that boy is in so much trouble.' Exie screeches out of the parking lot as if Jerran can hear her.
They were almost never alone, and now that they almost-practically were, he felt kind of frantic for her attention.
Because all her feelings for him – hot and beautiful in her heart – turned to gobbledygook in her mouth.
Eleanor hated it when her mom acted like that. Relentlessly submissive. It was humiliatng to be in the same room.
I'm sorry about yesterday," she said. He hung on to his straps and shrugged. "Yesterday happens.
Holding Eleanor's hand was like holding a butterfly. Or a heartbeat. Like holding something complete, and completely alive.
All the men’s clothes she wore just called attention to how much of a girl she was.
Everytime, he breaks your heart. And everytime, he expects me to pick up the pieces.
Every time, he breaks your hearts. And every time, he expects me to pick up the pieces.
It made her want to have his babies and give him both her kidneys.
Looks like somebody's got jungle fever.' 'That's not even the right kind of racist.
He was probably being so quiet because he was trying not to say it out loud.
They still didn’t talk on the bus, but it had become a less confrontational silence. Almost friendly. (But not quite.)
Eleanor had never thought about killing herself – ever – but she thought a lot about stopping.
In our benighted age, when films about amusement park rides and electronic fidgets scoop the honours, perhaps Hollywood redux is the best we can hope for.
