Most of what I pretend to know in life can be traced to a sitcom. If it isn’t Seinfeld, it’s Mary Tyler Moore. If it isn’t Sex in the City, it’s The Brady Bunch. That’s probably why, when my daughter came home from her first day of high school today and listened wistfully to her…
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I realize it seems like an awfully suspicious coincidence that the Cubs disappeared at about the same time my blog did last week, but I can assure you one has nothing to do with the other. I can say this because while I grew up in the northern suburbs surrounded by Cubs fans, I was,…
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Fall is a strange and harrowing time for me. My birthday is in fall, but I’ve never had a problem with my birthday except that one moment of panic I had when I turned 27 and couldn’t remember how old I was until I did the math. Football season is in the fall, which, given…
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I wonder if this happens to men, too. I wonder if they can report on stories without at some point filtering them through their perspective as parents. I can’t help it. When Patrick Kane said today that the worst part about his arrest a little more than a week ago, was his family seeing him…
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My husband Rick is, all in all, a good sport. He barely blinks when people call him by my father’s name, “Mr. Isaacson.” He knows to double the time I tell him I’ll be finished writing. And he hardly ever complains when he accompanies me to sporting events only to never actually attend the actual…
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