I was unprepared for the first half of life. Maybe raised without the right tools or guidance. Maybe it was predetermined personality traits or genetics. Really, it was both.

Now, the second half has begun. And just like any team that gets to reset at halftime, I share lessons learned, the truth some suffering that many never discuss, and my journey to “owning the second half.”

Stories

• Terror on the Main Line
  And so we sat. The feeling of dread had been steadily growing in my pre-teen consciousness as dinner approached. Now, my heart began to pound as the body responded to the threat in the environment. In a matter of minutes, any previously playful, careless attitude morphed into a primal assessment of threats in my surroundings, …

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