It speaks many tongues and it is slippery. As a reader though, it is pretty consistent. I can detect the voice of a piece with ease. I can hear the tone and feel its mood. The term I struggle with the most is process.
Process is a catch word that became over-processed in the nineties.
I have a cousin who has four children and she tells me how they process each day before bed. I get a visual of a food processor. My cousin s family grinds into little pieces, and purees, their spelling tests, the baby s dirty diapers, any harsh words or uncomfortable moments and the pesto rigatoni on their knees, like some families say their prayers or other families take out the compost bucket. She feels that this helps them to have restful sleep and a fresh start the next morning. All of the vignettes above would have to fall under the process .