We hand things down, we humans. Genes, mannerisms, susceptibility to illness and disease, perhaps a family heirloom, perhaps a bit of an estate, perhaps the clutter of accumulated objects. Lessons. Heritage can be visible or hidden; gifts intentional or not; narratives oft-told or silent. It doesn’t matter what we believe we do; we hand just […]
Archive for the ‘Anger’ Category
From Generation to Generation
Posted in Adolescents/Teenagers, Anger, Growing up, Parenting on January 19, 2014 | Leave a Comment »
Trying to meditate while my husband cleans his gun
Posted in Acceptance, Anger, Gun cleaning, Meditation, Personal Growth, Spirituality, Thich Nhat Hahn on December 14, 2013 | Leave a Comment »
Every few years, I determine to be a better person. My ideas are no more outrageous nor ordinary than any New Year’s resolution: Read the classics. Take smaller portions. Clean out the clutter. Read poetry. Keep up with the news. Call my parents more than once a week. Give more to charity. Floss more often. […]
The Guy with the Angry Face
Posted in Aging, Anger, Existential, Isolation/Belonging, Relationships on September 29, 2013 | 1 Comment »
I knew a guy who was surprised that people continually got mad at him, got up and moved further away if he sat next to them in a movie theater, looked past him if he were next in line, seemed forever to misunderstand and provoke him. In response, he seemed perpetually angry.
Catch and Release
Posted in Anger, Emotions/Inner World, Friendship, Love, Men, Relationships, Young Love on May 9, 2013 | Leave a Comment »
I spoke to an old friend the other day, and lightly let slip a rather critical assessment of a long-ago ex. My words were clever yet cutting – I lamented how it was unlikely he was ever going to reconstitute into a reasonable facsimile of a man.
The Postal Clerk Said a Bad Word
Posted in Aging, Anger, Community, Emotions/Inner World, Personal Growth, Post Office, Restaurants, Shops on January 11, 2013 | Leave a Comment »
In the week between Christmas and New Year’s, the week in which the only retail purchases I make are those you can make in the small local grocery store, I ran out of stamps. I held off, though; principles are principles. By January second, I had bills that had to go out. I also had […]