I was just a little girl, but you had a barbed tongue. Oh, you always couched your cruelty in humour. As if comedy was a disinfectant that redeems meanness. Time and again, I asked Mommy, "Please, tell Daddy to stop teasing me. It hurts my feelings." But you wouldn't or couldn't stop.
Recently, I've been talking a lot about goals (professional and personal) -- with friends, with my leadership coaching clients and in my own personal reflection. But something has changed. Whereas I used to ask "Are you thinking big enough?" I'm now asking "Are your goals small enough?"