19 June 2019
When I was twelve or thirteen, a friend’s father, a somewhat pompous college professor, the kind who insisted on being addressed as Doctor…. told me I would never amount to anything.
As I say my gratitude prayers for today, I include him, that adult who was obviously so damaged or insecure that he felt compelled to strike out at a child. I took what he said as a challenge, a dare, a call to my Aries spirit to not only succeed, but to also surpass not only his poor expectations, but the much greater ones I already had for myself then.
Make art about success being the best revenge.
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Mary Carroll-Hackett: Poetry and Prose 
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