I can’t exactly explain why, but certain words appeal to me and others don’t. It seems a silly thing to parse out favorite and least favorite words, as if they are colors or architectural styles. But perhaps they are. Words can be delicious, so I share some of my likes and dislikes with you today.... Continue Reading →
In my composition classes, I often spend time going over punctuation concerns, since students often suffer from confusion, especially when it comes to commas. I have used fun ideas from the Internet and from Lynne Truss’s book Eats, Shoots & Leaves (2003). I’ve even toyed with the idea of having students buy Truss’s book, but... Continue Reading →
My best ideas come in the shower. I will be in the middle of scrubbing suds into my hair, with bubbles flying and sodium laureth sulfate dangerously close to my eyes, when the perfect topic will appear, and then the words will start to flow. I will know exactly how to begin, what should come... Continue Reading →
A few years ago, a favorite professor of mine, Dr. R., suggested that I read Great Books: My Adventures with Homer, Rousseau, Woolf, and Other Indestructible Writers of the Western World (1996) by David Denby. It’s an account of Denby’s return to Columbia University as a middle-aged film critic to retake two courses: Literature Humanities... Continue Reading →
When I taught a composition class this summer, I was reminded of all of the common mistakes I see in spelling (written about here), grammar, and punctuation. I try to teach my students about commas, and I make constant marks on their papers for the same grammar issues, but it never sinks in. That’s okay. ... Continue Reading →
Today’s post is a quiz with famous lines (sometimes the very first lines) from books. See how many you can identify without cheating! No using Google or other forms of the internet. (Or good old fashioned books...) “Call me Ishmael.” “It was the best of times, it was the worst of times.” “One cannot think... Continue Reading →
I had to finish reading The House of The Seven Gables (1851) by American author Nathaniel Hawthorne (1804-1864) so I could tell you about my neighbor who named his bicycle Hepzibah. He’s an older gentleman, a little stout, and extremely smart. (His wife once told me that he had been a national merit scholar at... Continue Reading →
A few years ago, my husband and I watched a popular television show. Whenever I tried to explain the show’s premise and action to somebody who hadn’t seen it, I sounded like a crazy person. “There’s a polar bear, a black smoke monster, and a hatch in the ground. The people crashed there on a... Continue Reading →
I have been in group settings in which people will say, “I don’t really care about [insert societal problem] because it doesn’t affect me.” Or, “I don’t want to talk about that because it upsets me.” Notice that both of these statements end with the pronoun “me,” and consequently these statements are essentially selfish. Now,... Continue Reading →
