Permission to be angry?

When I imagine my anger, I imagine myself in fatigues, right hand snapped to attention. As I stand there, knees slightly bent,..

Anger as revelation

“I’m not some crazy angry person,” I said through tears as the urgent care nurse stitched up the wounds on my hand...


On Sunday, I clocked a window. I whirled around and slammed it with the back of my fist. My right fist. The..

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