Esther Phillips | Esther Phillips
Dec.02.2012
It’s that time of the year again, when my inner voices have an unending argument that may even sound a little like some families’ Christmas-dinner conversation writ large: You don’t understand how I feel! The whole world isn’t about you! Why do I have to play by your rules?
The word for today...
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Dec.05.2009
It is intrinsic to my nature to see possibility, to see it with precisely the type and intensity of focus a donkey brings to the carrot swaying on a stick before its eyes, and like the poor donkey, to follow it until I can't.
Some of my hopes went on past the point of possibility, wearing me out....
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