Clare Halpine is a dynamic individual who has a degree in Fine Arts as well as a few certificates from participation in various leadership seminars, self-help seminars and motivational speaking events. Clare holds the chair for the "whole world" organization in her hands. In her free time, Clare enjoys exploring alternative pedagogies, as well as working to subvert the usual glamorous or sensational depictions of self through the mediums of photography and video.
I don’t know her but I guess I just didn’t picture the two of you ending up together. Not that I ever took time out of my own life to picture you or something.
He felt they were speaking directly to him. Obviously, they had noticed him and, in their own subtle, feminine way, they were inviting him to approach.
“The situation under discussion bears few distinguishing characteristics from that of the historical reality of pre-war Poland.” (Duh.)
I know it sounds too good to be true. It’s like the world has thrown you a stag party as your punishment for failing to measure up. What’s the catch?
What had she accomplished? There was no internet startup, she had not travelled to Africa, and she had not founded an NGO.
Where there is darkness, dining room candles need to be replenished; even when there is fullness, give them specialty-bagged cookies before they leave.
It is incredibly cold inside but I resist putting on my sweater. Something, something… “the right to bare arms”… After all, I don’t want them to think that I am trying to hide something. I have nothing to hide. No way. Not me.
She deduced that she really had only one option left. She would pretend to be a social critic who attends concerts not for personal enjoyment, but to document the mundanity of music in the post-hipster revival of Williamsburg.
Your thumbs are aching. Your wrists are burning. But, you persevere. You hit send. You smile, as you picture the delight on the face of the receiver who will open your clever little text.