The e-mails kept coming. More often. Longer. Before logging into my Gmail account every morning, I played a little game in my head. No messages today meant there was hope they’d change their mind. Unread e-mail sitting in my inbox indicated a chance to explain myself. Make them see the good in my intentions. . The...

Yesterday I received an e-mail that stuck in my craw. (I’m pretty sure this is the first time I’ve used that phrase.) Normally when I receive forwarded e-mails of a potentially divisive nature from this person, a beloved relative, I let them slide. It is unlikely that either one of us will...