My mother was a French teacher, and after I made a “C” in my French class in the seventh grade, thus thoroughly embarrassing the family (well, only Momma was embarrassed, but she was embarrassed enough for the whole family), she took over my foreign language education, which included weekly home tests on spelling, vocabulary, and verb conjugations. Also, my last name—Moïse—has an accent mark. So between spending hours every week on all things French and continually answering questions from friends about the meaning of the two little dots over the “i” in my name, diacritics took on an unusually large meaning in my life.
Originally Published in the SC Lawyer - May 2022.
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