It’s National Grammar Day, which I love, being a writer and self-style grammar geek (some would say grammar police who takes her job just a tad too seriously). Among some of my T-shirts are three, all from my mother—the former English teacher:

I am the grammarian about whom your mother warned you (Note to those who learned otherwise in school: it’s perfectly acceptable to end a sentence with a proposition.)

Silently correcting your grammar (Some would argue the silent part.)

Let’s eat Grandma!
Let’s eat, Grandma!
Punctuation saves lives (Indeed, and sometimes the company bottom line.)

When I taught various writing classes for professionals, I prided myself in my ability to help class participants understand the difference between the active and passive voice. It’s harder to grasp for many people than it sounds. The students were often people who barely remembered the difference between a noun and verb, let alone an object and the definition of a participle.

Another thing I love is the poetry of the season’s first daffodil. Stay tuned for more to come; that is, if the squirrels haven’t eaten the bulbs over winter.