The moment our honeymoon cruise set sail from Florida, my husband locked the cabin door, cornered me with an aluminum baseball bat. “This is how my dad kept my mom in line,” he grinned. I didn’t scream. I just cracked my knuckles. He forgot to read the part of my resume where I served as a Marine Corps hand-to-hand combat instructor. In one fluid motion, the bat was mine, and his face was…
“Take your hand off that weapon,” I commanded. I didn’t yell. I didn’t scream. I utilized my command voice—the deep, resonant, chillingly authoritative tone that …
The moment our honeymoon cruise set sail from Florida, my husband locked the cabin door, cornered me with an aluminum baseball bat. “This is how my dad kept my mom in line,” he grinned. I didn’t scream. I just cracked my knuckles. He forgot to read the part of my resume where I served as a Marine Corps hand-to-hand combat instructor. In one fluid motion, the bat was mine, and his face was… Read More