Certain times of a year, kids devolve into psychotic maniacs.
After a weekend of logistical nightmares, we declared the vacation a disaster, or as my engineer husband said, "so not optimized."
My tardiness is not due to lack of piety, but pure pusillanimity.
Lip reading is much harder than the movies make it look. Read on to find out why.
Every so often I pause to appreciate the miracle that my parents didn't strangle me before I reached adulthood.
Over the holidays I was mercilessly teased for my diphthongs. Before you imagine something far worse than necessary, let me clarify that a diphthong is a combination of vowel sounds spoken in one syllable—think the “ah-oo” in “cow.” Minnesota where I was raised, monophthongs predominate, particularly the “long o.” A Minnesotan says boat as “b-oh-t,” …
This time of year, I like to remind myself that it is the season of giving, not the season of getting.