
But God…
Growing up and going to school back in the little town of Wyoming, Ontario, I was taught by an older generation of teachers who drilled English grammar into our heads until we could parse and diagram a sentence in our sleep. I have a particular memory of my sixth grade teacher, Mrs. Holbrook. She was a fierce grammarian. She had a number of aphorisms which still rattle about in my head, but in particular she had some serious issues with