There wasn’t much room for complaining when I was growing up. My mother would say, “If you’re going to feel bad today, then make it big. Lie on the couch and throw your wrist across your forehead and sigh loudly, so we all know what’s going on for you. That way we can step back and say, ‘Okay. That’s what she’s doing now. Go ahead. Get it over with. I’ll wait.’”
