–> –> Here’s my confession: I am an angry person. I don’t mean that I have uncontrollable rages or snap viciously at waitpersons and store clerks. I’m actually rather nice that way—I recently found myself comforting the sobbing teenager who’d rear-ended my car, leaving it totaled. (“At least no one was hurt,” I said, patting… Continue reading Writing with a Clenched Fist