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PERSPECTIVE

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PERSPECTIVE

The season is over. I've got four weeks to see the world and get restored before we start up again with track season. The kids need a break from me, and I from them. . . . The lack of something to fill my afternoon has also made me more thoughtful. Events have precipitated this new mindfulness.

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QUARTER CENTURY

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QUARTER CENTURY

When I was six I told my mother I wanted to be a writer. "Don't be silly," she told me. "Writers don't make any money."My Mom denies every saying this, but I remember the moment quite well. It was the well-intentioned advice of a mother who doesn't want her son to know poverty and rejection.

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RESPONSIBILITY

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RESPONSIBILITY

I felt responsible yesterday. It's a rough word, implying maturity and sober organization. Some days I've got it, some days I don't. But yesterday, after literally years of being reminded that it was necessary, my wife and I finally signed our will. It's a heavy moment when you sign your will.

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A LETTER TO MY TWENTY-FIVE YEAR OLD SELF

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A LETTER TO MY TWENTY-FIVE YEAR OLD SELF

Calm down. Trust yourself. You've just met the girl of your dreams and you know it. Be your best. Let's not screw this one up. OK?That means you need to finally finish college. You keep dancing around the finale because you don't know what you want to do with the rest of your life. You say that's the purist in you talking, but it's fear.

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TRADITIONS

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TRADITIONS

I've been working on a new script that has somehow delved into that gray area of family issues. It's weird to find what has been swept under the subconscious rug, and how it comes out through the writing process. When characters start speaking for themselves and revealing disturbing truths — and all writing is a search for truth, otherwise the reader won't fully believe the story — it's a little discomfiting.

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Q

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Q

I am bracing myself for the ebbs and flows of a [cross country] season that will inevitably be filled with laughter and tears. And through it all I must find a way to motivate and inspire. So for some strange reason having to do with the grieving process deciding it was time to deal with some old pain, I am dedicating this season to the memory of my late sister, Monique . . .