At Home

Last week, my daughter and I went to Huber’s with some family members. It was a beautiful fall day, and I loved taking pictures of her sitting in the pumpkins and scarecrows. Often when we are on a trip, I take pictures of my daughter by herself, and with the other people with us. This day, though, I handed my camera off and asked to be in the picture, too.

I got my first camera for Christmas when I was almost 9 years old. The first pictures I ever took were of my brothers opening presents.

Over the years, I took many photos, often of family, friends and our home, but occasionally stranger subjects. (My mother got increasingly frustrated by the photos I kept taking of the trees in our front yard.)

In the late ‘90s, my favorite national-brand peanut butter came out with a silky-smooth chocolate version. I kept a box of crackers and a jar of the chocolate peanut butter on my desk at work for the late afternoon blahs. It was truly wonderful. They did make other flavors, but I never bothered with them. There was no point when there was chocolate peanut butter in the world.
Eventually, it was taken off the market and I moved on. I tried not to think about it too much, but from time to time I thought of it and wished there was a way to have it again.

That question looms strong in the lives of many people: young and old, male and female. And, if you don’t learn the most effective “tools” and methods to manage your anger, it can either explode, with the potential for hurting others — physically and/or emotionally — or it can implode, go inside of you and cause physical/emotional pain, even a serious disorder.