Podcast: Play in new window | Download (Duration: 30:55 — 28.3MB)

Subscribe: Apple Podcasts | Email | TuneIn | RSS | More

“I saw myself sitting in the crotch of this fig tree, starving to death, just because I couldn’t make up my mind which of the figs I would choose. I wanted each and every one of them, but choosing one meant losing all the rest, and, as I sat there, unable to decide, the figs began to wrinkle and go black, and, one by one, they plopped to the ground at my feet.”
― Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

*Email us at thefridaypacket@gmail.com with comments, questions, concerns.

*Go to https://www.patreon.com/thefridaypacket to “buy that for a dollar” and become a sustaining member of the podcast!!