My Mom used to say, “I may not be right, but I am always certain.” I can see her waving her pointer finger and smiling wide as she said the words. In my mind it is something she said often but that may be, perhaps, a trick of time and grief and space. It’s possible I heard these words only once or twice, maybe even overheard them, and they have simply been rattling around my brain for the last fourteen years in their own echo chamber. Either way, it is one of the signature phrases of my Mom’s that I have quoted many times.
On Certainty, Surety and the Turnaround
On Certainty, Surety and the Turnaround
On Certainty, Surety and the Turnaround
My Mom used to say, “I may not be right, but I am always certain.” I can see her waving her pointer finger and smiling wide as she said the words. In my mind it is something she said often but that may be, perhaps, a trick of time and grief and space. It’s possible I heard these words only once or twice, maybe even overheard them, and they have simply been rattling around my brain for the last fourteen years in their own echo chamber. Either way, it is one of the signature phrases of my Mom’s that I have quoted many times.