Are there any two more powerful words in the spoken language than "I apologize"? The following pages are rife with mea culpas, apologias, je regrettes, and, conversely, it is teaming with brazenly unapologetic behavior. Oscar Wilde once said, "To regret one's own experiences in to arrest one's own development. To deny one's own experiences is to put a lie into the lips of one's life. It is no less than a denial of the soul." In that vein, Harriet Rubin looks at one of the great confessional documents of the last hundred years, Wilde's De Profundis, while Stephen Elliott unabashedly describes his submissive relationship with a married woman. Poet Dean Young concedes that "A True Apology Takes Years." A point proven in first-time author Mel Carlson's moving story of a fellow navy man's breakdown in "Walking on Water." No need to read this issue furtively—read it out in plain view, proudly, for good writing means never having to say you're sorry.