The author is an international ESL instructor. He has been a writer and author for ever thirty years. His latest publications were in the area of nonfiction with a company called Algora and fiction in Vinculink, or purchase through Amazon.
When I lay down in my sleepy bed, my mom tucks me in with a kiss on my head. Before I lay down to sleep, my mom and I pray and I close my eyes hard
I hear the ringing of Christmas bells amid the singing of an immortal noel, of stockings and holly surrounding a plump saint who is so jolly.
The moon is a looming quarter as all of Glendale sit on their back porches, gazing across the valley boarder. Singing hails to god Camulus, keeping vigilant order
One of the most complicated tasks for the instructor on any level, from elementary all of the way up to university level, is the question of specifically how to accomplish such a seemingly impossible feat as teaching multiple skill levels without assigned assistance. The feeling that an instructor assumes upon being asked to perform such a feat is one of being asked to accomplish the task of being more than one person at the same time. In certain instances, on an individual basis, the feeling may be not only one of an overwhelming exasperation but one where the instructor concludes that he has been surgically selected for some sort of special harassment, with the possible intent of destroying one's confidence in their ability to provide instruction.
United States President Abraham Lincoln was shot on Good Friday, April 14, 1865, while attending the play, Our American Cousin, at Ford's Theater, as the American Civil War waned into an eventual close, merely five days after Lee's surrender at Appomattox, Virginia. An attempt at assassinating Lincoln by an unknown assailant had been made in August 1864.
For many a long month we battled hard across the great plain of misery, against an enemy spread as far as the deep blue sea,
I strolled down streets by the avenue, place that I had once known so well, seeking to find those spots that I had heard
When I sit down to eat, I think of the Lord's gifts of breath and feed, as I sit down in my cushy seat, when I sit down to eat.