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Stuck in Beginners B Forever!
I have such fond memories of the Hampton Street YMCA! Also known as the NDG Y, due to its location in the leafy Montreal borough of Notre-Dame-de-Grâce, it was my second home during the summers when I was eight, nine and ten years old.
Summer Fun – 1945-48
Just moseying around in the ol’ family album…
Friday Follies #4 – 3 mistakes that make me go “Arghhh”!
The Grammar Cop is getting tired. Sick and tired, actually. Look, it’s a tough job, but somebody’s gotta do it. Here we go.
Good For the Soul
A whimsical look at a modern – yet timeless – confessional.
Skye Blues
Here’s a little thing I had fun writing years back, waaaay before there were smart phones, let’s say. I still like it; hope you do too!
Mangled Menus and other Crude offerings, Offensive to My Proofreading Eyes
Let’s start with those dang restaurant menus. How hard is it for them to email or hand over their draft to a proofreader? …or for that matter, to any English-speaking person preferably over six years of age?
Tipping: unnecessary evil?
Am I the only one who feels intimidated by the whole tipping thing? When? Where? How much? To whom? And especially, why?
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.
Crossed Eyes and Dotted Tees 