Tag Archives: my dad
Spending Time With My Family
Bored cashier: $15.17 My dad: Is the year in which Martin Luther writes his 95 theses. Confused cashier: … Meg: Oh, Dad, please just pay the guy.
Linguistic Circuits
I sent my parents my travel plans for conferences and conventions I’m covering this summer, and my dad wrote back: Well done, Meg! Now add these phrases to your vocabulary: (1) “Stop the presses!”* (2) “But the people have a … Continue reading
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