Apart from what any critic had to say about my writing, I knew I had succeeded where it counted when mymother finished reading my book and gave me her verdict: "So easy to read."
this give a good easy ending to the story and lets you connect the the author
I was told by my former boss that writing was my worstskill and I should hone my talents toward account management.
people didn't believe in her writing ability and told her to do stuff involving math.
I think my mother's English almost had an effect on limiting my possibilities in life as well.
her mothers broken language affecter her relation ship with a to of people especially her piers
When I was fifteen, she used to have mecall people on the phone to pretend I was she
because a lot of people don't take her serially she would have her daughter do phone call for her.
I was ashamed of her English
she was frustrated with her mom and her English, she felt like it was holding her back
It's my mother tongue. Her language, as I hear it, is vivid,direct, full of observation and imagery. That was the language that helped shape the way I saw things,expressed things, made sense of the world.
the way her mother spoke shaped the way she say the world
Yet some ofmy friends tell me they understand 50 percent of what my mother says. Some say they understand 80 to 90percent. Some say they understand none of it,
her friends are sometimes could and sometimes couldn't understand her English
expressive command of English
her mom was commanding when it cam to English
I've often used that same kind of English with him,
She and her husband have almost their own way of speaking to each other
I again found myself conscious of theEnglish I was using, the English I do use with her.
She wasn't using the same language she used with her mother
My mother was in the room
She felt weird that her mom was there.