Opinion
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Dear Editor,
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Southern snow days
As a child growing up in the American South, every winter was met with an eager anticipation that there could possibly, maybe, with divine providence, be a snow day.
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Come fly with me
I absolutely dread flying. Traveling solo has its perks — you move at the beat of your own drum — but you also have to deal with sitting next to a stranger on a flight. Not bueno.
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The year I read with intention, not perfection
As the new year creeps in, I’ve come to the realization that I’ve actually read far more books than I anticipated. Making myself my own case study did the trick. Setting the bar low for my reading goal propelled me into success. I’ve always hyperfixated on reaching a number because…
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My daughter just wants to walk at graduation. Congress can help.
Fifteen years ago, I noticed something different about my two-year-old daughter, Sammy’s walk. She had a noticeable sway in her hips, a little diva move that seemed more cute than concerning. But when she struggled to keep up in gymnastics and dance, we took her to a physical therapist. After…
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No bed of roses
My house plants and I are in a dysfunctional relationship where I forget to water them and they forget to live.
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Sleep: The forgotten pillar of health
Do you remember as a child wishing you could stay up late like the grown-ups? Many of us finally got that privilege as adults—and then discovered we were too busy working, raising families, or managing daily life to get enough sleep. Unfortunately, our culture has long undervalued sleep, and we’re…
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Save our cryptids
Legend has it a fearsome beast roams the Pine Barrens, a beast with a horned head and goat hooves.
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The rise of machines … again
For decades, workers have faced the anxiety of being replaced by machines. In the mid-twentieth century, factory automation and mechanized processes sparked widespread concern. Assembly line workers worried that machines could do their jobs faster, more efficiently, and without complaint. Today, that anxiety has returned, but in a new form:…
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Do you believe in coincidences?
“Of all the gin joints, in all the towns, in all the world, she walks into mine.” – Humphrey Bogart in “Casablanca.”
