Why oh why, when we leave our kid with friends, grandparents or other relatives, do they often tell us what deep down we'd rather not hear? I mean, sure on the one hand we're relieved to hear that those who were doing us the favour of watching our kids, didn't end up having to deal with a gigantic tantrum.
It is important to me to let others know how I feel. Not about every little thing. But if a situation makes me feel a certain way, if I think I'm going to look back and regret not having spoken up, if I think I will walk away feeling minimized, those words concerning my thoughts and feeling will come out of my mouth.
Like all great games, works of genius, love affairs, and near death experiences, there is a defining moment, in Scrabble, that reigns supreme -- one existential, moon howling, Job-in-the-belly-of-the-whale moment that, metaphorically speaking, I imagine was at least partially responsible for Van Gogh cutting off his ear.