At 73 the weight of regrets I carry is akin to a persistent extra 20 pounds I must support – not knee buckling but psychically insistent or maybe a gray cloud close to the ground just within my peripheral vision and always present. The regrets are personal and professional and include missed connections, mishandled opportunities, cowardly evasions, foolish remarks, mean actions, a misreading of my own character’s strengths while I […]
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