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:

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