A letter to my children There’s a strange arithmetic to a life. You spend most of it accumulating — knowledge, possessions, achievements, plans — and then, near the end, you start giving it all back. Not the things so much…

Choosing to Live — Fully, Fiercely, and on Purpose — at 73 — — — There is a number that has a way of finding you. It does not announce itself loudly or arrive with fanfare. It simply appears one…