Last night we had a bust up in our kitchen. As I was putting a younger child to bed, I could hear our adolescent children arguing over whose turn it was to wash up.
They are older now, the voices are louder and more powerful.
Arguing can be both frightening and exhausting to be around.
For me, arguing triggers me back to my childhood.
In my childhood experience, my father often argued, particularly when someone disagreed with him.Read More