What’s your racket?

On the Lies We Tell Ourselves—And the Truth That Sets Us Free

Gracious reader,

Recently, a contractor delivered tile in a size I did not order. When he refused to fix the mistake, I got furious. I yelled. I poured time and energy into escalating the situation—while my children were nearby, wanting me, needing me, asking for my attention and affection. Instead of spending time with them, I got pulled into a loop of …