About peanut butter, shame, and old stories
Why telling them matters…
8 min readApr 20, 2022
I was journaling the other morning and flashed on a memory from close to 50 years ago…
I snuck into the kitchen when I knew my mom wasn’t there, opened the fridge, and got myself a spoonful of peanut butter — then devoured it and disposed of any evidence before I got caught. This was hardly the only time I took on such…
