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When my kids were babies, I played The Masters theme song to put them to sleep, and it worked every time.

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I’ve spent twenty years building a business whose odds of succeeding were one in a billion.

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Every artistic cell in my body is suffocating. I’ve deteriorated into a myopic lunatic, an animatronic milquetoast obsessed with work.

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A friend from high school recently became a mailman in his mid-forties. My first thought was, “That lucky son of a bitch.”

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My daughter turned sixteen today… hard to believe. I gave her sixteen books for her birthday, most used, along with the following letter explaining the choice of books.