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The two of us were at the Multiplex, seated in Theater 11, row G, halfway up the dark bank of padded chairs, swaddled by surround-sound, digging into our…
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Forty years ago, on a spring day much like the ones we’ve longed for since December, my college friends Colleen and Jeff packed up their U-Haul and drove…
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I came across a small, inspiring story this week, and then another, and another. I did not expect this. In our troubled times, with the climate rattling…
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I confess, I was seated at my mother’s dining room table not far from a big tin of Christmas cookies. There were tell-tale shortbread crumbs near me on…
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Used to be you’d hear about news first by turning on the news. But this week’s “Stay in your Lane” episode unfolded on Twitter a day before it jumped to…
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I drove to Missouri last week and while I was there I helped out at the neighborhood food bank session that an old friend and some of his neighbors have…
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A friend was traveling on a crowded train in England, in the midst of their endlessly divisive Brexit political turmoil just before this summer’s drought…
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My friend is rehabbing a two-story brick house in the big city, renewing that sturdy old beast and contributing something of his own to an urban…
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Driving south in the early spring is an excellent kind of time travel. In Michiana last weekend the magnolia buds were just thinking about opening and the…
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In the long echoing hallway between the O’Hare parking ramp and the airport terminal, a busking violinist’s sweet melody amplified my hopeful mood, so I…