I Speak American, Not English

Oxford has produced a dictionary of North American English, and its second edition has over 250,000 entries.  It’s called the “New Oxford American Dictionary.”  It’s a dictionary that has definitions for American words. Here’s my point in that: I attended a rugby game here tonight in Pretoria, South Africa.  I was with Rylan, my fellow American teammate, as well as an Afrikaans friend.  As we talked about each of our country’s beloved sports, I couldn’t help but notice the difference in our vocabulary.  It took a sentence or two to describe what we meant; then we were square on our … Continue reading I Speak American, Not English


Dad and I sit and sway ‘til mother wants me home. She scolds my dad if we are late, whining “You are gonna get that boy sick!” “Oh, Woman,” he says mumbling away. Each day after work we walk to the park and watch the purple and orange velvet clouds fade into night and wait for each street light to start their graveyard shift; watch the squirrels scramble to gather last minute groceries for the holidays. Every so often a black bird lands in front of me, fearfully scouting the area while my feet zoom by its hollow head, barely … Continue reading Swing