Things are bugging me lately. As I lay on my bed last night a voice within me wished that I was born straight. Sorry dears if my words caused you to choke on your lattes. My mind tends to be more convoluted that most people, warped, crazy, whatever you wanna call ...
The better way to teach journalism in campus is to train them to write for life.
Perhaps, that’s a motherhood phrase.
What I really wanted to say is to go beyond competition mode.
The holding of competitions to test the skills of school children on campus journalism might have worked to a certain point.
But making ...
