Summer Vacation

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No, I haven't taken one ... Please excuse my scarcity this summer. I'm actually busy at work, writing articles, co-designing a coaching partnership program, developing a television show ... I'll be back as soon as I have something wonderful and worth sharing with you!

PS - Happy Birthday, Daddy! I miss you!

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