I've always preferred writing in longhand. I've always written first drafts in longhand.
Racism isn't born, folks, it's taught. I have a two-year-old son. You know what he hates? Naps! End of list.
In California in the early Spring, There are pale yellow mornings, when the mist burns slowly into day, The air stings like Autumn, clarifies like pain - Well, I have dreamed this coast myself.