I feel responsible for the discussion that happens here. I am the moderator, and this is my space. However, I am caught in something of a dilemma.
“If they never stain, and your cans don’t have sharp edges, how do they wear out?” Naïve smile, unfeigned readiness to accept all the wonders of the world.
In the many smatterings of languages I have heard, I have noticed that the word for Mom/ Mama/ Mother/ Mommy nearly always contains the /m/ sound.
The Americans were interested in growing things, and fought long and difficult battles with vegetation. They planted vast areas of tiny leaf blades…
I won’t embarrass myself by telling you how long I sat on my phone, looking up a few more websites just to find somebody who’d agree with me.
Thank you so much for taking me seriously enough to respond. Writing my survey and receiving your responses was enormously fun.
i think that much of the tension in my life…
French doors swing wide for the sake of the breeze. Skylights let in a world of sunshine.
Why didn’t I engage there? Because I felt the medium couldn’t handle (perhaps I couldn’t handle) the nuances, and the high likelihood of misunderstanding.
The other day, I sat in a small white room, waiting. After a while, a nurse walked in. I knew she was a nurse because she was dressed like one and because they had said she would come.