Tagged With: Anger
“Anger,” an etching by Dona Patrick, age 111/2.
I know I should let it go. There’s nothing to be gained except a small satisfaction for me and perhaps my brother. My mom wants to just forget about it. But I don’t want to let it go. I want an apology. A real apology, not an offhanded remark about “getting off on the wrong … Continue reading
Last night I dreamed I committed act of violence against a loved one in the past and this loved one kept goading me on until I wanted to be violent again. I awoke in the middle of the dream to use the bathroom and willed myself to not remember the dream, knowing it was going to … Continue reading
First some background: I earned a BS in Education and Special Education, specializing in what was then called Mild Mental Retardation (MMR). I took no classes in Learning Disabilities (LD) nor did I take any classes in Emotional Disabilities (ED). My first teaching job was at a special needs school for students with various learning … Continue reading
My inbox is nearly on fire this morning. Two email lists are very active with heated discussions. One centers on a proposed cell phone tower at the local high school and the other discussion is about accessible PDFs. While I have opinions about both issues I’m not going to participate in either discussion because I really don’t … Continue reading
Our wrestling team won first place at a tournament last night — our second first place of the season. We’ve got a great group of boys — they’re all polite to adults, kind to each other and, of course, hard workers. I’ve posted about J. D. before — after our last tournament win. He’s the … Continue reading
If you know me, you know that I am usually an avid sign reader and rule follower. I never park where I’m not supposed to park. If a sign says no trespassing — I don’t trespass — willingly, although when Dean is in the lead I usually reluctantly follow even if it goes against the … Continue reading
I added some to another blog today in which 19 year old Dona threw a temper tantrum over a broken birthday gift. A month or so later she wondered if a future self would care about what she wrote. We know the answer to that.