"Are we a$$ holes?" It's not a question I'd ever thought about before, and my knee jerk reaction to my husband's query was, "Of course not." But then he made his case for why we might be, and I thought, " We might be ." Which is a real bummer because it's something I've never aspired to. There was that moment in middle school when I definitely was. (Melissa Rollins, if you're out there, I still owe you an apology.) There was also that time in high school...once or twice in college, definitely a handful of moments in my first teaching job, one or two I can point to in my second job, and in my marriage...okay, so there might be a bit of a history there after all. But it wasn't intentional. I've never been an intentional a$$ hole. So now we are at a bit of a crossroads. Having determined that we are perhaps the problem in our lives, do we own it and become intentional a$$ holes or try to fix it? I mean, Ross