I ran into a friend at Trader Joe’s this afternoon who was telling me about an issue with a crotchety old neighbor that was unwilling to accept an apology she’d offered over something she wasn’t even convinced was her doing.  As I listened, I recognized something familiar; that unfounded sense of shame that comes from being chastised by someone you barely know.   Which led me to think about an essay I wrote a several years ago, relaying a situation which had left me stewing for weeks (until I finally sat down and vented to my computer screen).

Not that this will brighten your day in any way: ‘When I’m Sorry Doesn’t Resonate’ is the essay that resulted, and I’ve uploaded it here:  https://lifeandotherturbulence.com/when-im-sorry-doesnt-resonate/