Depressing reading

I often still read to my son. Yes, he’s eighteen and doesn’t need a bedtime story any more. At least, not one I’d read to him. But I read his history articles and books to him, since his learning disability makes that too time-consuming. He’s in a history seminar about Hitler and Stalin. We’re starting Continue reading Depressing reading

Debate last night

Here on the home front, we are more concerned with the sanding of the wooden floor in the spare bedroom than the political debate. Our minds are already made up. We are voting for Bush. Yes, he’s gutting the local economy and sucking up to the religiously intolerant conservatives and dismantling our civil rights. But Continue reading Debate last night