Neil Durso

When I think back…

When I think back on all the crap I learned in high school, it’s a wonder I can think at all.

I like to write because I am conceited and like to hear my own voice and read my own words.

Too aware of her daughter’s self judgment, Sophie’s mother withheld her wishes for higher aspirations…

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If, on your life’s journey, you’ve reached some point of self honesty — rather than ego inflation — I’d trust your vision.

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