Tears
I took one book out of my Want to Read pile (finished the Spencer Tracy biography), started it, then found one to take its place. The book I took out, and have started, is
It's a collection of thoughts, both prose and poetry, about crying. It's very interesting so far.
I don't cry easily. I get choked up at the drop of a hat, but that doesn't always lead to tears. My mother didn't cry, because she was a World Class Stoic. Daddy was the get-choked-up-and-cover-it-with-lots-of-sniffling kind. As in almost every single thing, I'm more like him than her, though if I start to cry, I'll allow myself to. There's nothing wrong with a good cry.
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