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Learning to Drive
My first driving lesson was at four years old…and in the snow no less. While I was barely more than a toddler, it is one of my most cherished memories with my brother, David, who happened to be my driving instructor that day. David himself was not even old enough to have a license. He… →
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What’s in a Name
You know how certain moments are etched in your memory? Some are inconsequential with no particular significance, while others are turning points in this thing called life. Moments that take up residence in memory are more often than not held there by an emotional response. One such moment, for me, built a bridge to honor… →