Type A is the dominant gene in my family—one only a handful of relatives managed to dodge. Ask any of us how to load a dishwasher, the best brand of pasta, or the proper way to clean something, and you won’t get an opinion—just the facts! When my sister flew in from Manhattan, a simple cup of coffee with Dad became proof of this family trait. Filling coffee cups nearly to the brim, our father asked, “Do you want milk?” “Yes, please,” I said. “No thanks, I’ll drink i

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