So it’s the end of the year, well, the one that has all those dates and numbers written on it anyway. When you really think about it, the year is just an endless succession of days and nights and sunsets and sunrises, and you can pick the beginning or end of the year any old…

We really are hard on each other and I keep getting stuck on the idea, or false notion, or whatever some might call it, that we should be more forgiving of others unintentional errors and mistakes. Well, can you even call it a mistake if it wasn’t done on purpose? Maybe I should invent a…