I was driving on a road that normally takes two minutes; it took me forty to reach my destination. I thought that there had been a car accident because I could see a car angled and a few people hugging on the side of the road. Caught in this gridlock, I sat in my car. Eventually, I realized that there had not been an accident. It was the first day of school, and the fifth and sixth grade building and middle school were letting out at the same time. I calmly called my chiropractor's office to let them know that I was detained due to after-school traffic. 

Later that evening, I made the mistake of checking our neighborhood Facebook page to see if the event was noted. Regretfully, I got drawn into unfolding drama. I posted comments. I responded to other posts. One woman wrote to me saying how dare I complain given what people in Afghanistan are going through! In less than a couple of posts, I had turned into a mad, wild woman.  Read more of this post