The Piranha of Regret Regret eats away at the soul, nibbling tiny piranha bites from memories. Unlike the murky waters of the Amazon, though, regret lives solo in the fish tank of our souls. Woulda, shoulda, coulda, form relentless chanting as we shake our memories over the tank. Envisioning different outcomes if only we had noticed sooner that our daughters sliced in pain. Surely, we could have orchestrated other outcomes by better vigilance and deeper understanding. A kinder word, a…