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Aunt Ruth Grammar
Grammar Friday
Apex, North Carolina, is a modest town—or at least it proudly thinks it is. There are somegood people in Apex. But, like any growing burb, Apex has its rough sorts, its tough sorts, its gruff,grammar-challenged sorts. Like any other citizen consumed with worry for our withering way withwords, I do my duty. I am a… Continue reading Grammar Friday
My new first grammar question
Ring! Ring! Ring! “Uh, hello. Who is this and uh … dost thou knowest that of which ye speaketh?” “What?” screeched a familiar, old, raspy voice. “Aunt Ruth? Is that you?” I asked, mildy annoyed. My clock was displaying 2:14 a.m. “My voice may be familiar, but it’s not old and it’s not raspy, my… Continue reading My new first grammar question