As I reread my earlier post, “A wry look at busy, busy doctors” (aka “How to be a rotten doctor”), it made me think of a much earlier draft which was called “How to be a rotten teacher” instead.
The worst teachers I ever had
Grammar Nerd or Grammar Cop?
…You be the judge! Me, I’m guilty of all of these!
32A: My First Bra
This is a fond look (well, alternately fond/horrifying) back at an innocent time during the 1950s when I so longed to grow up, to be older. Silly me. Silly impatient me.
A wry look at busy, busy doctors.
(This was previously published in a print mag which has since gone under. Please bow your heads for a moment of silence. Ok. You may read now. :-))
Tennis Anyone?
Since I love tennis, and Wimbledon just started today, here’s a little piece I wrote some years back. (Note: This is not hilarious, unlike my previous post. I figured I’d insert poignant. Just to keep you on your toes. I will return to hilarious next time. :-))
Crossed Eyes and Dotted Tees is proud to present…
Ta daaa!
Yes! The alphabet! Shuffled around in new and exciting ways you have never seen before. Hopefully. No, see, that’s wrong. “Hopefully” should only be used as an adverb meaning “with hope” – but there has to be a VERB in the picture, kapeesh? (capeesh? kapish? oh, whatever!) So the correct usage would be “I hope this plane lands at the right airport,” she said hopefully. Okay. Now that that is dispensed with, I can proceed to tell you what this blog is for. It is to showcase my occasionally brilliant writing and editing abilities. Yes. It is shamelessly self-promoting. Because if I don’t do it, who will? So, since I am now all tuckered out from writing this paragraph, and have no energy left to write a brand-new blog entry, I will now inflict foist upon introduce my lovely readers, i.e., you, to my rather strong feelings on literacy, which form the impetus (always wanted to use that word in a proper sentence) for the establishment of this site. It’s not too long, but you might want to fasten your seat belt.
