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What a Preschooler Can Teach Us About Kindness and Tolerance

Ken Budd

Subways at rush-hour are unhappy places. Weary commuters slouch in tired clumps, pressed together like gummy bears in a bag, their blank expressions saying: I am in a dank, cramped, subterranean space; I am surly; I want to go home; do NOT attempt verbal communication.

But I experienced something different on a recent D.C. Metro trip with my friends Art Taylor and Tara Laskowski...

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Diaper Duty: Corinne Cannon’s Fight to Help Mothers, Babies, and Families

Ken Budd

by Ken Budd

Stress. A mother’s stress. That’s what changed Corinne Cannon’s life.

Her son, Jack, was a colicky, restless, challenging baby. With each scream, with each tense, trying, bleary-eyed night, she grew more frustrated—even angry. And then she had an epiphany:

If I have resources, and I feel like this, what is it like for mothers who have nothing?

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Why I’d Rather Be 50 Than 25 (And Maybe Even 30)

Ken Budd

by Ken Budd

I turned 50 two weeks ago. I wondered if I would wake up suddenly wiser, or with osteoporosis, but 50 felt no different than 49—which is true of most milestone birthdays. Do you remember turning 10? Of course not. (Though no one made senior citizen jokes when I turned 10.) Twenty is a breeze. It’s way cooler than 19. Twenty means that in 12 months you can legally buy Jose Cuervo. Thirty? Great age. You’re still young, but you’re also a grownup. And you can afford something better than Jose Cuervo.

Forty was the first birthday that felt...different. For me, 40 was like peering at a distant object. You study it, you squint, it's kind of fuzzy, you can barely see it, but something is out there, waaaay out there, it's tiny, yet somehow visible, and you say...

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