My mom is a freelance writer who often contributes articles
(and the occasional poem) to newspapers and magazines. Much of my writing
history comes from her love of the art. She always found ways to integrate her
writing and rhyming abilities into daily activities. Even our Saturday morning
chore list rhymed (this tactic did not make the chores any more enjoyable). Many
of the games we played as a family focused around words. My mom in her love of
competition has never let my dad beat her at boggle or more recently, Bananagrams
(she always gets him with the short words).
My dad loves the English language as well. Growing up he was
never the most social so instead he busied himself perusing the dictionary or
world books. He is the one who wins at scrabble when uses polysyllabic words which
far surpassed everyone else’s lexical abilities.
I somehow ended up with a medley of my parents English abilities.
My mom’s writing and rhyming abilities coupled with my dad’s awesome grasp of
both the words and rules comprising to the English language have helped me on
numerous occasions throughout my school experience.
One of the lessons that I learned from
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