How I M Teaching My Boys To Channel Their Anger Productively
What is, perhaps, surprising is how much I still love hitting too. Slamming my fist into the face, or my knee into a midsection, or my shin across the ribs of another person is one of my life’s most sublime pleasures. As long as I can remember I’ve loved to hit people. I don’t mean I’m hard. Certainly I’m not that. I’ve never gotten into an actual unsanctioned fight fight, one where there’s no one to stop it, no rules to codify it, or container of sport to hold it safely....