Less Desirable Rites of Passage

The six of us are having breakfast on the beach and, perhaps fitting for a family with three boys, the conversation has turned to rites of passage.

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The beachfront view

“You know, in some cultures, it’s a specific event,” I explain. “Like in that tribe we watched on Nat Geo, where boys have to put their arms into wooden tubes covered with fire ants.”

“Oh yeah,” my brothers say.

Mom shakes her head. “That’s terrible.”

“Well, supposedly it turns you from boy to man.”

“More like, from living to dead,” corrects Joshua, my youngest brother.


Archaic Name-Calling (Literary Affliction #1)

“You know, recently, I’ve been tempted to call people dolts or dunces when they do stupid things,” I admit. Sam, my best friend and fellow bibliophile, laughs. “Those books are getting to you,” she concludes, referring to the historical fiction novels I’ve been reading lately. “It’s not even the books!” I protest. “The books make me… Continue reading Archaic Name-Calling (Literary Affliction #1)