To paraphrase the great poet Dante, the heavens swirl above us and our eyes are still cast to the ground.
'Realistic dreamer' is not an oxymoron.
There are infinite possibilities.
Teaching English and teaching Writing are two separate things.
If you were the sky, I would unfurl myself in you, as a rainbow of colors yet unseen. I would become oceans of stars in your night.
People who worship only themselves get a slick, polished look - like monuments. Too bad they had to go so soon.