That’s not poop on your shoe, it’s a memory

Some bad memories refuse to go away.

After stepping squarely into a pile of dog shit the other day and determinedly (unsuccessfully) trying to scrape every bit of it off my shoe afterward, it later struck me that this scraping was very much like how we try to scrape our minds clean of certain bad memories. But the sad truth is no matter how long, hard or vigilantly we may scrape, frequently some of the insidious stuff stays or hides in the cracks and it’s not uncommon for it, for them, to keep...