Whenever possible and especially when the occasion is a truly special one like it was today, I will not hesitate to embarrass our children. I believe it keeps them humble, builds their character and is a great source of amusement for my husband and I. It’s nothing major, mind you. This morning, all it really…
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You have to love children. That’s what my mother-in-law, who spent her entire career as a teacher and school administrator, tells me about the profession.   I love children. Or my own, at least. But I question whether I have the aptitude to teach — and by aptitude, I mean the self-control necessary not to be…
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I wrote a letter today. Actually put pen to stationery, addressed the envelope, stuck a stamp on it and mailed it. And I was struck by the fact that I could not remember the last time I had done such a thing. Oh sure, I send out birthday and sympathy cards, thank-you notes. But this…
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Once, when I was covering the Chicago Bulls, Scottie Pippen decided to boycott the media. It took several weeks for anybody to notice. It wasn’t that Scottie didn’t speak to us before that. He did. But we recognized those who were especially quotable and those, like Scottie, who were somewhat deficient. I bring this up…
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By Sunday, they sit in weary clumps, their well-worn bag chairs lined up alongside still another battlefield as they exchange tales of their latest mission — of surviving the elements, of travelling great distances, of late-night  sessions with the washing machine. Five games in one day, seven in two, they tell you, and you suspect…
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