My father was a sports writer for our city's newspaper; he also taught high school English for a while. I can't remember submitting a homework paper that wasn't first reviewed by him. I remember a lot of lessons he taught my siblings and me. I learned a simple rule for using 'me' vs 'I'; I learned his fondness for the 'comma' and the 'semicolon'. It brings a smile to my face to remember his work with us as we learned to communicate clearly. His lessons, often, would end with all of us kids laughing and rolling on the floor. He would say to my mother “Marjorie, are you sure these children are mine? They don't seem to take this seriously.” And we'd start laughing all over again.

Question: Do you have any journalists in your family?