The Genres of My Life

When my two best friends and I travel together, sharing a hotel room can be a challenge. Over the years, we've worked out a system for g...

As I strolled across the high school campus this morning, I saw a young man sitting on a brick border surrounding a raised planter, wearin...

I might be the Hercule Poirot of language: I've solved they mystery of why students don't capitalize the personal pronoun I. At ...

Tweens and teens of the 70's and early 80's wanted only one thing:  to look like  Charlie's Angels (well, and marry one of the ...

Recently, while I was at the gym trying to get thicc, the guys around me were getting swole. To clarify, I am already thick: that is an ea...

I love it when my students realize the power of language buried beneath its nuances without my teaching it.  It is rare, but it happens. Whe...

I am a very clean person.  Boringly clean. Disturbingly clean. I-need-a-life clean. If I am feeling frazzled or stressed, I clean. For some ...