Recently I was facilitating an online TIMBo program with a group of women with whom I have been meeting once a week for the last fourteen weeks. During this particular meeting, the discussion turned toward the topic of anger. It seemed we each had our own relationship to anger—some having fear of our anger which caused us to repress it, others had shame and self-judgment over the manner in which their anger was expressed, while others felt that it was just not allowed. As wom

It was my first real job. I was 16 years old and working as a check-out clerk at a local grocery store. I loved the independence of making my own money, and I had a cool boss as a bonus. He was probably in early 40s, but he acted like a teenager. He cracked jokes, stuck around to play Pac Man after the place closed, and didn’t let much ruffle his feathers. He made work fun—for a while. After some time, he began making inappropriate comments, cloaked as a joke. Comments like,