Sticky Words
I’d begun a fledgling friendship here in our new town. Coffee dates, common interests, laughter, possibility. We were planning a family cook-out together, a pool party. And a short while back, my 15-year-old came home and said my new friend, while driving him home, had called his 17-year-old brother an asshole and a douche. “It […]
Sticks and Stones
It’s a fallacy, that old grade school rhyme: “Sticks and stones may break my bones, but names will never hurt me.” I’m pretty sure nothing could be further from the truth. Those who have been called “stupid, fat, dumb, worthless, wanna-be, retard…” and much, much worse will probably agree. As a purveyor of words, I […]