reader

Some days, you really don\’t feel like taking the high road.
Take today, for example, when I read a letter from a reader named Molly (not her real name). Maybe I just wasn\’t ready to deal with this total stranger who seems to have taken a keen but rather unpleasant interest in me. Maybe I just hadn\’t had my coffee yet, and my mind was like a dozen unmade beds and half-baked ideas and I wasn\’t standing firm enough not to be blown over by the sheer force of this person\’s meanness.

At that moment, the high road was looking mighty unappealing.