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I WASN’T AN ANGRY PERSON until I became a Zen Buddhist. Sure, I yelled. I slammed things. I broke things. But I wouldn’t have called myself angry. It was always another person making me angry. How was that my fault?
The night I flung my wedding ring across the lawn during an otherwise piddling argument with my husband the truth began to