Not All Bridges Can Be Burned
I used to laugh about my mother telling me, “That Will go on your permanent record.” I thought I had no permanent record. I was young and had a long, full lifetime in which to make mistakes and explore endless possibilities. I meandered around for a while with drugs. Played the hippie. (I won’t tell you how many times I’ve been married, but it is more than the prerequisite American number of two....