"My father was brilliant and charming and funny, a man with a great sense of humor who could answer any question. Of his five children, he openly favored me, and I loved him with all my heart. I feared him just as much.
Anger ruled our home; it was the single most acceptable emotion, and it dominated all the rest. One of my brothers was a peacemaker, another was the lightning rod. I was the watchful one, always alert to the sudden mood change and inevitable explosion.
Growing up surrounded by abusive anger meant always being scared by it. Anger was something you ran from, something you hid from. The idea that such a negative and often violent emotion could be used in a positive way never occurred to me."
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