Trying, Forgiveness, work

What, I thought, if forgiveness is like brushing my teeth? Like a diabetic shooting insulin? Something I must wake up and do, every day, in order to do other things?

Sainte-catherine-de-la-jacques-cartier — I want to attach a footnote, a special punctuation mark, to everything I write, to let people know in advance that I need their forgiveness. For being proud, and lazy, and entitled. For lying withou...