Some of the harshest words ever said to me never made a sound because they happened silently inside my head. In the melodic, wise words of Taylor Swift, "I m the problem. It s me."
Once upon a time, in what feels like a long, long time ago, people had questions. But they didn t have Google. So what did we do? How did we make it through the day without instantaneous access to the bajillion facts that are now just a few electronic tap-tap-taps away?
When a person is harmless, people say things like "Oh, she wouldn't hurt a fly!" Around here, no one says that about me. They've seen me in action, and they know I'm a stone-cold fly killer.
At our house, we re sensitive to things that go bump in the night (or the day). Because our 16-year-old daughter has epilepsy and has fallen in the past during seizures, Tom and I have ears that are always listening for a possible thump, bump, crash or anything out of the ordinary. Experience has put us on a hair trigger.
I can handle an interruption. I m a married mother of three and a writer who s been typing in the nooks and crannies of life for more than 20 years. I practically have a master s degree in interruption.