“What’s for breakfast?” my son asks. He’s visiting from California thanks to a Boston business trip.

“Malevolent . Ensorcell. Palatable.”

Sean watches me pour the words into my cereal bowl. “Are you adding milk to that?” he wonders out loud.

“I like my words dry,” I respond.

My sophisticated adult son sits down with a thud. The look in his gray-green eyes changes from amusement to concern in seconds.  Continue reading →