There is a scene in the 2003 movie “Under the Tuscan Sun” that I now can identify as the moment everything began to shift. I was a 51-year-old single man living in Nashville, Tennessee, with no real job and no prospects. A friend and I had two tickets to a preview of the “Under the Tuscan Sun” prior to its release. The plot quickly became unimportant, because, for me, time stopped when the…
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