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I grew up with 70s, and then 80s parenting. Cue “Crosby, Stills, Nash & Young” on the stereo. Dad smoking roll-ups with tobacco kept in a tin. Mum, a strident second-wave feminist (we had a poster in ...

Simply writing this title has decreased my confidence significantly. Yet now that I realize why I feel self-doubt, I can move forward and write this post. How incredible it is that in a split second, ...

I appreciate the valiant efforts of Lynne Agress (“Whatever happened to good grammar?” Feb. 2) to keep our everyday language as unsullied as possible, but I must disagree with her claim that “I am ...