If I’m doing the wrong thing, TELL ME!

English was my mother’s second language, and she had a good command of it except for one word: she pronounced “crazy” as if it began with a g—“grazy.” As a teenager, that drove me grazy-crazy, and finally one day I told her that. “What?!” she exclaimed. “I’ve been saying it wrong all these years, and … Continue reading If I’m doing the wrong thing, TELL ME!