Hello my darlings, it's me again, the Grammar Bitch, here to help set you straight in the new year. It's been a couple years now since I've taught college classes, and I miss the fun of teaching. So I'd like to have some fun right this very minute, okay? We're talking today about word crimes. . . .
Radziwill is one of those names that used to only resonate with women of our generation. At one time it was the married name of Lee Bouvier, the sister of Jackie Kennedy Onassis. Her husband was Prince of Poland and during their marriage, she was known as Princess Lee Radziwill. She had a son, . . .
Grammar errors. Read enough Facebook posts and even blogs and the grammar makes your eyes burn. I am not exactly the grammar police, but I have to admit: I do judge. A little. I mean, master the craft, writers. It's not like we didn't learn it in every year of school, starting in first grade. A . . .
Everything you need will come to you at the perfect time. Yes, I know this is hard for some to swallow because the Universe has "gifted" them with some tremendous challenges. But have you ever heard someone say that their difficulties, their disease, the problems in their lives were actually a . . .
Are you one of those people who likes things neatly tied up in perfectly fitting boxes? That's how I used to be. Ambiguity was a horrifying thought. Uncertainty used to make me uncomfortable. I've always been a big believer in "what you see is what you get." Now that I'm past midlife, though, I . . .
So what comes to mind when you see this sign? Image? Word? Anecdote? Emotion? Don't think about it. Just go down to the comments and write down the very first thing that came to mind. Inquiring minds want to know. . . .
I saw this number on rocks along the jetty at Half Moon Bay, Calif. the other day. There are others, too, but not necessarily consecutive. It was curious. Intriguing. So let's figure out what they are. Write a few sentences in the comments about what this reminds you of. First thing that . . .
Those who knew me growing up also knew the contentious relationship I had with my father. His role was to guide me with an iron fist and I fought him tooth and nail, passively and aggressively. The day I walked down the aisle with M my father grinned ear-to-ear. I always believed behind that smile . . .
I've been helping a newer writer flesh out an essay idea and as I tried to help him figure out how to approach a new version it occurred to me how little I've examined how I go about doing what I do. In fact, it never occurred to me to even consider it. So when Barbara Wilson Shallue over at Long . . .
Like everyone else, I've got drama in my life. I argue with my husband, lose friends, have my feelings hurt. All the usual stuff goes on in my life, like everyone else. I just don't write about it all that often. In the old days, we writers would dump it all out on the page and have time to . . .