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 grudge Holdingbearingcarrying. To have is not to surrender pockets of the mind where hurt sojourns. Slighted by the least attention paid to another, stunned by someone’s blue rage, or, at the least, betrayed, lied to, not apologized to: How many of these tales do you exile beneath your skin until you’re positively pouched squirrel-cheeked with griefs? No wonder no one can get close to you with all those layers of chagrin. So easy, wasn’t it, telling your four-year-old: Forgive. Raise clenched fists high and let them go. For you it’s not so simple. Admit you hold each insult in. Know what you need to lose? Not pounds. Wounds! ...

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