What I’d Tell My 16-Year-Old Self
An old high school friend sent me this picture yesterday. That’s me at 16. Basketball in my hands. Hair still intact. Shorts way too tight. And short. Probably convinced I knew considerably more about life than I actually did. My daughter is 16 now. And that does something strange to your perspective. Because when I […]
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