If there are occasions when my grape turned into a raisin and my joy bell lost its resonance, please forgive me. Charge it to my head and not to my heart.

If I have committed any culinary atrocities, please forgive me.

I'm a little slow, so forgive me if I'm inarticulate.

Forgive me for not writing but this man is exhausting.

Forgive me, but what is the purpose of drama but catharsis?

I have the strength from my mother, the survivability. I have wonderful qualities from my mother - but please, Mother, forgive me - I heard judgment constantly about my father.