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When I die, I do not want a funeral. I want a party. A very big party. Funerals suck, everybody knows it. And yet, the best part of being forced to attend a funeral and acknowledge someone’s passing is spending time with all of the people you rarely get to see. For me, we’re skipping
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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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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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I love Mondays. I made the Monday discovery a long time ago. The kids went back to school after notoriously busy weekends filled with practices, projects, parties and away games. Dave began his work week. And I had the house to myself. I’d recuperate from the mayhem at an indulgent pace—things would get done, when
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