"Today I get to be jet lagged in the city of my mother's youth, with a searing ache beginning in my lower lumbar, running down the length of my right leg to my big toe. My sciatica, informing me of ignored anger. It is my way of giving myself a perpetual kick in the ass." --Maureen, in her memoir-in-progress
Our bodies do have a way of betraying our anger. This emotion is excellent tinder for writing.
What are you angry about, and how is this showing up in your life?