WHAT I OWE THE MIRROR I hope you have the bandwidth for forgiveness and enough room in your palms to fit an apology. I saw you drowning, watched your arms confetti into the water, and I only gave you feedback. Heard you yell fire and showed up with gasoline just to see if you could survive the furnace. I should have been softer with you. Could have held you differently. I’m sorry for all the devastation I created in the name of tough love.
