― This afternoon I was browsing through an old shoebox containing bits and pieces from as far back as the mid to late 1990s. I was amazed to find a piece of paper on which I'd written down my then feelings towards my adoptive mother. It was a poem I called "Forgiveness" and dated a couple of years after her passing in 1996. Thankfully, as a result of many years of therapy during the late 90s, in which I dealt with those feelings, no trace of that anger remains. ∙ Forgiveness ∙ It [...].