As a child, I wasn't a cronic fit thrower but every once in a while when things didn't go my way I could put on quite a show. When one of these show-stopping performances ensued, my mom would firmly take hold of my arm and with a low, almost other-earthly voice she would say to me, "I am NOT going to have fit-throwing in this house!" I would get some sort of "punishment meets the crime" consequence, recollect my wits, do some sort of recompence and life would move on. Today I began to remember dear friends that I haven't seen for some time. I spent several moments trying to recall why we lost touch. Some fell into the "Life Events" category: high school and college graduations, career and geographical moves, marriage or divorce, etc. Others were in the "Different Life Choices" category: prison (for reals), addictions, leaving the faith, etc. Then others sort of fell into this weird category that I decided to call "Fits and Throes...
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