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Michelle Blakely, Contributing Columnist
12:00 am CDT September 24, 2015

The afternoon was crumbling.

My stress management was in the toilet, and the long day and demands not yet tackled were getting to me. Think Bruce Banner morphing into the Incredible Hulk.

We headed out for a family walk on Old Plank Trail, and I begrudgingly let my 5 1/2-year-old ride her bike. (Why begrudgingly? Because as aforementioned, I was behaving like a monster.)