Telling the Truth

connecting the dots of my life

Tag: Anger

It feels so good

It shouldn’t be difficult
This discipline of

Resist the devil
And he will flee from you

Just say No
How hard can it be?

Close your eyes or
Turn off the TV
If you don’t like
What you see and hear

Write an angry letter
And be done with it

Unconvincing words and deeds
Scream the truth
As she stumbles her way home
Once again numb and high
On the self-righteous thrill
Of having given someone
A piece of her mind
Now lost somewhere
In the universe of babble

It feels so good—enabling Mr. Trump with my anger as well as my attention. Yet it does nothing to change what is beyond my control.

Or put another way, what am I neglecting when I give away so much energy, with no positive return?


© Elouise Renich Fraser, 28 May 2020
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Faculty Wife | Part 16

1972 Oct Columbia Bible College Sherry and Scott not to be fed

What’s a Mom to do? I empathize with park authorities who post signs like this!

Spring 1973. Things are heating up. Most days I’m not on the Bible college campus. I come when I need to. Usually for social events or occasional appointments. Now that our son and daughter are older, Read the rest of this entry »

My First Boss | Part 2 of 2

There’s more than meets the eye in my new work setting.  Though I’m a newcomer, the Boss already has a Miss Renich game he’s determined to play.  I’m an unwilling target and participant.

What’s the name of his game?
Any of the following will do: Read the rest of this entry »

Angry Men, Angry Women

Because society would rather we always wore a pretty face,
women have been trained to cut off anger.
~Nancy Friday

Anger repressed can poison a relationship
as surely as the cruelest words.
~Joyce Brothers Read the rest of this entry »

Yes, it hurt – Part 2 | Dear Diane

Continued from Part 1.  “…I do need to express, however, a part of my experience as a woman in ministry about which I have remained silent.” Read the rest of this entry »

Yes, it hurt – Part 1 | Dear Diane

April 1999, Houston.  Diane is now on a ventilator—her last major adjustment.  Every day and night I hear the sound of air pumping in, out, in, out.  Sometimes an alarm goes off to signal something isn’t working quite right.  Diane is surrounded by a growing assortment of machines, pillows and sheepskin padding, carts filled with personal and healthcare items, plus tubes and electrical cords.

Is it worth it? Read the rest of this entry »

Rituals of Submission | Part 1 of 2

I was groomed to be a victim. No one used those words, but that was the sad outcome of supposedly good intentions.

My father’s mission was to break my will. This wasn’t a secret. It was in keeping with biblical teaching as he understood it. One day he would answer to God about his efforts.  I would have to answer for mine. Read the rest of this entry »

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