Here we go again — more tricksters, my name for homophones, those miserable, rotten, AWFUL words that we often confuse. They sound alike — or nearly so — but they are spelled differently and mean different things. They are the stuff of legend and nightmares.
And spellcheck is absolutely useless with them as long as you’ve spelled the word correctly.
So, here are my offerings for this gloomy day (at least here in southeastern Massachusetts), writes the woman sporting a dour face today.