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“On my count, and…go.” Clad entirely in black, from her headband to her yoga pants, Karen scrabbled over the fence into her neighbors’...

In the last episode of the Vocabbett podcast, I suggested that a more autonomous trend might emerge in education in a post-COVID-19...

With summer finally upon us, it’s only natural that people have begun to ask what school will look like when (if?) we return in the fall....

All the chattering souls gathered at 5 Manderly Place to discuss the most pressing matters of the century. The address was an old one in...

Hello, and happy Thursday! Amid the rest of the news in the world lately (and heaven knows there’s been plenty!), you might not have seen...

I didn’t want to be a teacher. Not really.  But I’m not tall enough to be an actress, and my parents said I’d never make any money as a...

Fat Amy sneezed. Her fellow Bellas, singers from the premiere a cappella group at Barden University, shied back in a way they hadn’t...

We made it! Episode 18 of the Vocabbett podcast contains the final installment of our “5 Ways to Instantly Sound Smarter”...

Back when I was teaching English, I used to describe grammar like this: Imagine that instead of a writer or speaker, you’re a painter. In...

I'm going to give you a few sentences, and I want you to see if you can spot the error: “There’s so many things I have to do today.”...

For years, I meandered blithely through life thinking that “less” and “fewer” meant the same thing. For the sake of convenience, I used...

I am SO excited about this podcast because it kicks off a mini-series called “5 Ways to Instantly Sound Smarter.” In it, we’re going over...

“Morty!” I whispered. “What is it?” “A cow!” “A cow?” my husband replied. “But we’re in heaven.” “Heaven’s front yard, at least...

Episode 12 of the Vocabbett podcast shares brilliant insults from across television and literature. And when I say “brilliant,” I mean...

When the spate of school closures began as a result of COVID-19, many people (myself included!) thought the closures wouldn't last more...

“Please don’t call me that,” I said gently.  “But it’s your name!” my lab partner expostulated.  There was no denying the validity of...

I know what you’re thinking. “Isn’t EVERY song sneakily sabotaging my grammar? How could you even narrow it down?” Here’s the deal: I...

“My name is Hannibal Lecter, and I…” “Pass.” Caroline politely shuffled the papers on her desk, giving the villain a moment to collect his..

Isis was not amused. Over the past three thousand years, she’d been subjected to unthinkable indignities, her name sneered at as newer...

My name is Portia, and I am a Shakespearean scholar. Except I’m not, because Shakespeare never existed. I won’t bother trying to convince...