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!
We're past the day when we can trust the media and public figures to give us the truth. The world isn't interested in accuracy; it's interested in self-promotion. More and more, those who seek the truth will find themselves in solitary pursuits, but what better cause could there be?