Sometimes I am wrong.
Wrong in my knee-jerk response. Wrong in my facts. Wrong in my presentation.
So today I got to say “I’m sorry.”
And I’m glad I said it. And I’m glad for the reminder that I’m not always perfect.
Meanwhile, my sisters and I each confessed Monday evening . . . that we are turning into our parents.
And that’s so wrong it’s right.
From campus Monday evening: