I AM SURE I’M NOT ALONE in having made mistakes that I remember long afterward. Whenever I say the wrong thing, there’s such a horrible sinking feeling as I realize the impact of my words.
One such moment I remember came in my first year or two of teaching meditation when I was still nervous about taking the teacher’s seat. I was offering a daylong retreat for people who identify as trans, nonbinary, and genderqueer, co-teaching with a dear friend. We’d known each other a long time. But as I announced our lunch break, I finished with “and when we come back, she will lead a short
