Tag Archives: frustration

“You don’t get out much, do you?” My college roommate asked me one day. I hesitated. Why is she asking me this? I thought. I …

Minutes froze as I struggled to focus on the task at hand. Empty silence filled the air except for the ticking of a nearby clock. …

I am displeased–oh, phooey, I am ticked off. I left my aging dog for a grooming appointment at 10:30 this morning. Six and one-half hours …