I'm "wife"—I've finished that— That other state— I'm Czar—I'm "Woman" now— It's safer so— How odd the Girl's life looks Behind this soft Eclipse— I think that Earth feels so To folks in Heaven—now— This being comfort—then That other kind—was pain— But why compare? I'm "Wife"! Stop there! --Emily Dickinson Strange poem from a woman... Continue Reading →
Came across the following article today http://www.vox.com/2015/2/10/8013509/comprise-vs-compose detailing the work by one man to edit 50,000 Wikipedia articles to eliminate the use of "comprise" as a synonym for "compose." Here's my favorite line: "Injecting fussy, pointless prescriptivism into your social circle is fine if you happen to enjoy being a pain in the ass." A... Continue Reading →
I've got a confession to make. When I was a teenager, I thought listening to rock music made you do drugs. This wasn't something I learned from my parents, who had no issues with my brothers (and sister? I suppose so) listening to rock, sometimes at ungodly hours and deafening volumes. I grew up hearing... Continue Reading →
According to my multitudinous readers (all 12 of you), the blog I posted yesterday covered the same subject I wrote about a year ago, on the same anniversary. And I had totally forgotten about it. For the few of you who remembered, probably had a moment of "hey, wait a minute...", scrolled through my year's... Continue Reading →
Tim likes to tell people we were high school sweethearts. Technically, it's true. We dated in high school. He was my first love. But for me, "sweethearts" denotes something we weren't; a long-term couple devoted to each other, their relationship spanning several years, unmarred by ugly breakups. There were two couples who dated at the... Continue Reading →
Meg Currell 