I'm Not Yelling at Him, I'm Yelling In His Direction. If I'm Quiet, You're in Trouble

Here's the thing about asking for help: the ask itself is the labor. And I learned that the hard way during the two worst weeks of my life.My youngest came eight weeks early. I'd just had a C-section. We were running back and forth to the NICU, trying to care for a two-year-old at home, healing from surgery, and keeping an entire life running on fumes. People kept asking, "What can we do?" And we kept saying, "We're fine." Not because we were fine. Because figuring out what to ask for was just as much work as doing it ourselves.And then a woman showed up at my door without warning, without asking, and handed me a gift I'll never forget. And it was the most incredibly simple but caring one imaginable.This episode is also about what happens when I stop talking — which, if you know me, is significantly more terrifying than anything that comes out of my mouth.I talk about productive yelling, why silence in our house is a five-alarm situation, and the very Italian way my in-laws communicate.And in this week's Small Talk, Alison tackles a question from Darnell in Atlanta.Mentioned in this episode:Join Quirky