Long Weekends, Cottage Traffic, and Family Memories: Who Can Detect Their Errors? Not Me, Apparently.

“As the cruiser lights flashed blue and red, I pulled over. Deep inside, I sensed my smug self-righteousness ebbing away, exposing a hollow anxiety. The worst part was wondering where I could have gone wrong, accompanied by a fear of undetected errors, hidden only from myself. I had tried so hard to do everything right,Continue reading “Long Weekends, Cottage Traffic, and Family Memories: Who Can Detect Their Errors? Not Me, Apparently.”