Have you ever had one of those days when you truly wish you could start over? Perhaps it was a volatile interaction with a co-worker . . . or a misunderstanding with a friend . . . or a nasty argument with your spouse . . . or a screaming match with your child . . . or a horrible traffic jam that put you in an irate mood; consequently, you took your anger out on a stranger . ……
When I thought about the topic of my first blog post of 2019, I initially had a totally different subject to address. However, this morning as I sipped on my second cup of coffee and flipped through an old family album, I discovered a Dear Abby entry from The Washington Post. I am not sure of the exact date; however, because of its placement in the album, I believe it was in the summer months of 1991. At the time…..