Six. Word. Horror. Stories.
as featured in Desert Exposure Magazine desertexposure.com As I was writing this month’s column, my father shuffled up behind me and peeked over my shoulder. “What are you writing?” he wanted to know. “Just a story, pop,” I told him. Every month I sit down to write this column, and every month he asks me what I’m writing. I don’t know if he’s forgetful or just doesn’t pay attention to my answer. Probably a combination of both. When my readers ask if he gets angry concerning these stories, I tell them no. For him to get angry, he’d first have to READ these biographical musings. If there’s a choice between reading RaisingDad or watching the very expensive premium baseball channel my wife and I pay for, well, let’s just say I wouldn’t make it to the literary World Series. “Woo- wee! ” he said, looking...