Hell Hath No Fury

...like anger suppressed

I am incredibly angry today.

“No one wants to hear that!” my inner critic, lovingly dubbed Walter, tells me. “You’ll lose your readership if you start with that!”

Why do we shy away from our anger? Why do we actively try to dismantle it, piece by piece? Why do we shove it down, deep in the laundry hamper of our souls, and cover it with all of our dirty la…