There is regret, a place between self-pity and repentance. More often than not lately, I live there in its midst. The grasp of sticky tentacles, clutching at me for dear life. Regret lives in my veins at this point, and it seldom transforms into real repentance. Regret is not just Read More
Category: shame
Interrupting the Shame Tape
Shame runs tapes in my mind, and they start to play at the oddest moments. On one of the occasions I’ve almost hit a deer on the roads close to home, my oldest son screamed from the back seat, and I heard that tape start to play. His scream was Read More