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With food, it’s all about the attitude
Who is zoomin’ who at the dinner table? Lately, I’ve seen a lot of media attention focused on ...
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The Midwest and South aren’t far apart
The air smelled like somebody sprayed Coty Musk on an ambrosia salad. It was thick. You could taste ...
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The Hefties and the Laps duke it out
Gangs in Woodbury, Minnesota. No one could have predicted it, but here they are, terrorizing the neighborhood and ...
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10 modest pieces of advice for better living
It is good to be Oprah. Every month as I’m standing in line at the grocery store wondering ...
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Discover ‘A Discovery of Witches’ yourself
“Beware the ides of March,” my father warned me. “To heck with the ides,” I replied. “It’s the slush ...
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If only we could get all of our toys back
I was so relieved to hear my friend, Robin, admit the other day that, “I had a Fisher ...
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The Real Housewives of Whereevertheheck
I tuned in for the bald Pomeranian, but I stayed for the memories.
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And the Oscar goes to …
I’m not sure I should be talking about this. There are a lot of important things happening. I ...
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Twitter is challenge for long-winded types
Holy, Tippi Hedren, I can’t run much farther in these shoes! My kitten heels are on the verge ...
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My legitimately funny Valentine
Column: Pass the Hot Dish, by Ali Kloster “Ducky!” “Lazarus?” Those round sticky patches used to monitor heart ...
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A Bat-tale from Breakup History Month
Mark your calendars. It’s Breakup History Month. At least for a few fleeting seconds one morning last week ...
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Is 40 really the new 30, or 25?
Friday, Jan. 21, was the day I would start getting some respect.
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Will the correct Robert Day come forth?
I found my 10-year-old grandmother in an antique store.
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The teeny tiny crime scene at supper
I’ve got a beef with a fish. Well, my beef isn’t so much with the fish as the ...
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A requiem for 2010, the year now is then
The year we make contact, claimed Arthur C. Clarke, would be precisely 2010. Well, here we are in ...
