Do you feel like we are all in time out? That each of us has been sent to a corner before we can resume our normal activities?  As the oldest of four sisters, I spent many hours in time out. My sisters clamored at their bedroom door for the punishment to end so they could get on with their day. I would be sprawled on my bed happily reading. My mom quickly figured out that going to my room wasn’t a punishment for me. I had to serve my time in the living room on the most uncomfortable chair in the house without a book....