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Esther Zimmer

For some of us, going to the movies, alone, is outside our comfort zone. My dear friends, David & Esther (Essie) Zimmer are spending a year bicycling from Turkey to Singapore!! Woah!
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She looked as elegant as ever and my heart contracted. I had not been expecting to see her and I

Suddenly my mother squeals, “Nooooo!” and makes her escape. “Oh come on, please have your photo taken with us!” we

Suddenly the car slid out of control across the ice. An unpleasant scene flashed through my mind, and I saw

Covertly I watch the four giggling women as they take their seats at the table. The restaurant is busy, but

It’s 15 years ago this month since I left Australia for London. I never really said good-bye properly, because I

I giggled the first time he told me he loved me. “You can’t say that. You’re leaving,” was my insensitive

I pulled the stack of letters out of the box. They were neatly tied with a red ribbon and protested

At one point I dreamt I was being taken to the airport on a stretcher. That the only way my

We pour our bodies into familiar seats at one end of the bar, our favorite place to sit as it’s

I noticed that my hand was shaking as I slipped the key into the lock. I turned it slowly as

It’s the end of summer and I’m sitting on a blanket with my husband in one of London’s gorgeous parks.

We’re not quite to the end yet, but this year has been life-changing. Learning a simpler, more meaningful way to

Tentatively I asked him if he’d take me to his studio. “I’d love to!” he replied, and we proceeded to

I look up at the clock to find it’s much later than I expected. “Just one more page,” I think

I’m concerned about someone I love right now. I’m worried she’s unhappy and that her unhappiness is propelling her out

I’d never seen anyone quite so beautiful before, certainly not in the flesh. After a long day of driving across

It’s my first year of college and I’m madly in love. So is my best friend. The problem is, we’re

My mother taught me how to read. Home schooled until my teens, our kitchen was my classroom and my back-to-school