When writing memoirs, I gloss over a lot. Sometimes for propriety, other times for privacy. It doesn’t mean that these stories do not have a darker side.
I’ve failed a lot. In fact I’ve failed in just about every aspect of my life, from love, to parenthood to academic to professional. I’ve failed as a friend, as a community member and as a colleague.
Failure is part of life. Do I relish failure? No. But I hope that I learn from it.
Sometimes the lessons take decades to understand.
Beyond Clarity 