It seems the only people I know with journalism degrees who actually have a grasp on style, grammar and sense came from my college.
Editing edits continues to shorten my lifespan. Dramatically.
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It seems the only people I know with journalism degrees who actually have a grasp on style, grammar and sense came from my college.
Editing edits continues to shorten my lifespan. Dramatically.
Talking with another of my boys …
Him: You really need to save your sanity somehow.
Me: I will kill them with kindness until I can just kill them.
Him: If you need a partner in crime, just let me know.
Now THAT’s a friend!
I’m loving all the love this week …