When everyone in the house except me is asleep and I’m too exhausted to get up and do anything, but have too many mental tabs open to sleep, I seek out a movie to watch. Since I’m a movie fan instead of a movie critic, my bar for insomniac theater movie selection is pretty low. […]
The bookstore clerk pulled my selection from the pile of books we were purchasing. He *waved it in front of RenTeen. Clerk: “This one’s not YOURS, is it?” RenTeen: “No way. The Pratchett is mine.” I will be shame reading my new and embarrassing book in the bathtub where nobody can see me reading it. […]
He: “What do you think of the book I gave you to read?” She: “I’m enjoying it except for the distractingly misogynist attitudes of the author.” Wrong answer – He: “What misogyny?” Right answer – He: “I’m glad you like it.”
I read my children’s assigned books. It is the only way that I can check their reports on the books. It is also the only way that I can be certain they think about and discuss the themes in their books. I suspect that school has neither the time nor the ability to do this. […]