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I can frequently be heard making the comment, “I don’t know how you people do it.” Not to be accused of being any kind of –ist, let me clarify that this could reference anybody who isn’t me. For instance, the “you people” I could be talking about could be men and the “it,” well, you know.…
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I attended 8 elementary schools. Eight. I began my public education at Summerdale. I have two significant memories of that school. First is being carted around the playground in a wagon. I started school with a cast on my leg. I caught my foot in the spokes of a bicycle. (I still have the scar.)…
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I was in New York City. Sounds like a confession, right? It kind of is. My daughter and I spent a few days together in Manhattan. We stayed between the theater and Times Square districts—a great location for walking to a lot of the hot spots, but also close enough to off Broadway to keep…
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I have friends. You have friends. Everybody has friends. But I must be doing something right because I have the best friends. Not to discount my ‘newer’ friends, but having had several reunions of sorts lately with people I’ve known since junior high, high school and my first time at NIU—going back almost 35 years!—I…
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Wednesdays have been my husband’s day off of work for the last twenty years. It is our weekend. We stay up late on Tuesdays and sleep in on Wednesdays. We walk the dogs, hang out, buy a paper, eat lunch, go to a matinee, or stay home. The staying home part has earned the designation…
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I was at a meeting a few weeks back and the city of Freeport was mentioned. I said I’d only ever been to Freeport once—for a Beauty Pageant Birthday Party. Well, that got everyone’s attention and the conversation briefly turned. Briefly because I promised I’d blog about it. (You really need the pictures!) I met…
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I am a benefit-of-the-doubter. I justify certain behaviors by making excuses for the potential offenders. My initial reaction when I get cut off in traffic is usually to swear. But then I think, Gosh, I hope he gets his laboring wife to the hospital in time. New fathers get the benefit of my doubt. My…
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She’s a Super Freak, Super Freak, she’s Super Freaky, Yow! Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa! The chorus to that booty shaking and inappropriate Rick James song comes on just as I slow to a stop at the red light. I am jamming—singing loud, bouncing in my seat, arms a’flailin’—and I look to the car next…
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Why is it that not only ideas, but entire sentences, passages, chapters— come to me when I’m up to my elbows in soapy water? Shower and shampoo also seem to be a conduit for brilliance. Writer’s Block? Wash a pet! Especially a large, furry, uncooperative one! I guarantee the concepts will come faster than my dog’s urge…
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The morning of February 14, 2008, my daughter Nicole and I were getting ready to go down for breakfast when the Italian CNN station interrupted with a scroll we loosely translated as Shooting at a college in Chicago. We quickly changed the station to the BBC where we learned that it wasn’t a college in…
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