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hat I have come to believe did not arrive as theory. It arrived through the men who raised me—through watching how they responded to circumstances that did not bend to their preferences, and how those responses shaped lives, families, and work that followed. That conviction has a name. I call it Empowered Agency.


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![]() | ![]() My great grandfather. The man at the beginning of the lineage that runs through everything I have written. | ![]() The watch |
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