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May 9, 2014
My mom taught me how to be tough. Not tough in the way we usually think of the word “tough,” you know what I mean, bleeding from the head, walk it off, fistfight on the school bus, that sort of thing. (My mom’s like 5’ 3” and only weighs a buck and change maybe, though I did once witness her take a swing at some would be pick pockets in NYC, but that is a story for another time, if at all.) No, my mom taught me toughness in the most important way—the toughness of responsibility. I was about 8 years-old and my sister about 2 years-old when my dad got a really good job in Los Angeles. My mom...
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January 23, 2012
Last week, I was in Asia for work and over Skype, in a complete role reversal, found myself nagging my wife to make sure our 11-month-old got a haircut in preparation for Chinese New Year. Getting a haircut is the sole New Year's ritual I have been diligent observing in my adult life, meaning the one that I've followed through on entirely on my own without my mother or grandmother having to remind me. I don't know why I chose the haircut as my ritual. Because it's practical? Because it's easy? I can't even say that I really know the significance of it. I know that using scissors and knives...
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