Rant #14: Until There’s a Book: Dysfunctional Family Rules to Live By

A little over a year ago after I'd lost a full-time job for the last time (because I stopped looking for them), my mother became terminally ill and I spent more-than-the-usual amount of time with my family in Kansas City, where I'd grown up. The weeks that I spent there, helping to care for my parents and interacting regularly with my adult siblings, brought to the surface a realization of a number of rules I'd grown up with, but were never explicitly told to me. Instead, it was our job to just intuitively know they were "family rules" or suffer the consequences. So, with my tongue in cheek, I offer a list of rules that, one day, I hope to turn into a full-fledged book, to help unsuspecting members of dysfunctional families not only to survive, but like Machiavelli's Prince, to actually thrive...
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