The debate continued for several minutes until we realized we were using terms differently. Definitions were the source of our disagreement. I shouldn’t have been surprised. More than once, I’ve noted that language is as slippery as a well-greased pig. An argument can be debilitat

I felt as if I’d dropped down Alice’s rabbit hole. The daughter of friends I’d known for years had one name, but I’d called her by another. I even invented a tag to remember it as we seldom meet: “M is for music.”  As it turns out, the girl’s name doesn’t start with �