tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4254062323787738480.post6277543247176924521..comments2023-12-30T12:07:15.404-08:00Comments on Night Writer: Poetry WorkshopMyrna Fosterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13534358757278599925noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4254062323787738480.post-76043144596748444452009-10-25T20:00:32.931-07:002009-10-25T20:00:32.931-07:00Never regret spending time with your nose in a boo...Never regret spending time with your nose in a book. Good advice.Qhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08756447854917857756noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4254062323787738480.post-16164445845823097332009-10-23T11:32:28.843-07:002009-10-23T11:32:28.843-07:00Q - I tried to comment on your post, but your blog...Q - I tried to comment on your post, but your blog won't let me. It directed me to reader. <br /><br />My sixth grade year is a mine of embarrassing and awkward moments that I may use in a novel sometime. The novel would be funny. I spent the next couple of years with my nose in books, which I have never regretted.Myrna Fosterhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13534358757278599925noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4254062323787738480.post-78621306824919885922009-10-21T22:28:05.460-07:002009-10-21T22:28:05.460-07:00That was sixth grade for me. I barely remember an...That was sixth grade for me. I barely remember anything before that.Qhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08756447854917857756noreply@blogger.com