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A weird thing happened around the age of 45, I suddenly felt old.  Mostly I found it surfacing when it came to my teenage daughters.  While I was thoroughly captivated watching my oldest daughter, a visionary like myself, bounding with ideas and enthusiasm, but I also felt strangely sad.  It took real effort not to […]
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Last time we came back to the US to visit family and friends, I was struck by how many men in their 40’s looked like had been run over by a bus (no offense, guys). They were exhausted.  Being pulled in multiple directions.  Fighting complacency in marriage and faith.  Restless and bored in their careers […]
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