If I seriously plan on being ready to sing the very beautiful nay, transcendent, alto aria O Thou That Tellest Good Tidings to Zion in two concerts less than two months from today - I am going to need to stop losing my voice yelling at my children. I hate yelling and I hate that I yell. It accomplishes nothing except a ragged throat and bitter children.
quiet.
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me, yesterday, to my son: "Where are your shoes?" said very loudly, very forcibly.
When he returned to the car, he was in tears.
Again, too loudly, "Why are you crying?"
He just looked at me and said "Are you serious?"
Me: seriously humbled. My poor kids.
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