View from the North 40: You just never know what'll get a laugh

I’m calling it a quirk, but if I were hard-pressed to be honest about it, I’d have to admit that it’s a failing or a weakness or a glitch, even, in my brain. I suffer from homophonia.

That’s not a word. I just made it up.

I started with a real word, though: homophone, which describes how words can sound the same, or nearly the same, but be spelled differently and have completely different meanings.

I occasionally mix up my homophones, usually when I’m tired or in a hurry, and the other day when I was both I wrote that I was digging a “mote,” which is a tiny speck of somethi...