My kid’s school has forgotten to teach a love of reading

Tonight my 8-year-old begged me to read the next chapter of 20,000 Leagues Under the Sea. While reading, he blurted, "MOUNTAINOUS! What does that mean?" before I had even reached that part. If I didn't know better, I'd suspect he actually likes reading. But I know better. My son hates reading. It is no wonder …

Slaughter house rules

The thin slime of dissolved animal flesh that coated every surface of grandpa's slaughterhouse was occasionally thick enough to skate on in boots. Working for grandpa was often grueling and always fascinating. Grandpa as young man starting career peddling flesh. There are few experiences as satisfying as pressure washing brains out of the foramina magna …

Just another near death day

Although he has been thinking about how he was going to to explain to mom why he only had one shoe left, he should have just been thankful that he wasn't dead. Maybe he was. Maybe being thankful for life is just to go on living without fear of death. Better to fear mom. It …