I find myself with these two words on “repeat” with my kids and, if I’m honest, with myself also. It seems like there is no shortage of opportunities to practice them in our culture, even in the “hospitable” south. From the person with road rage who thought going 10 miles over the speed limit wasn’t fast enough to the person on the other end of the phone calling me a few choice words at work to the impatient people in the checkout line at Walmart, sometimes I just want to scream: Read More
