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I was in a lousy mood Sunday. I’d allowed the holy blessing of dealing with my mother’s dementia to feel momentarily burdensome, I was fatigued by persistent professional failings and, yeah, I’d once again lost the stupid lawn mowing challenge.
So I was in a bad mood.
Then it got worse.
What happened?
My 16-year-old daughter asked, “So why are you in such a bad mood
Published on May 02, 2017 08:11