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February 13, 2017
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Whitney Olson
In the 2007 movie, Freedom Writers, Hilary Swank’s character tapes a line down the middle of the room. When I think about lines separating a r...
April 6, 2016
In January of 2015, I said goodbye to my faithful dog, Mocha, after 14 years together. She helped me raise my children. I looked after her lit...
March 31, 2016
On Easter Sunday, I watched my family scramble madly in search of elusive clues that would take them to their bag of ammunition – a bag full...
March 23, 2016
“Memories don’t have an address,” I told my father one afternoon several years ago. He was grappling with deciding whether to sell the family...
March 17, 2016
Fortified with several glasses of excellent Pinot Noir, the assurances of a friend, and a sense of bravado, I walked into the circus (aka th...
March 11, 2016
I find it amusing how our most significant Ah-ha moments come at the oddest times. As a houseguest at a friend’s home last weekend, I had on...
March 1, 2016
In August of 2004 I walked the section with my mother-in-law. If I had been in California, I might have said I walked the neighborhood, but...
February 22, 2016
“They carried all the emotional baggage of men who might die. Grief, terror, love, longing--these were intangibles, but the intangibles had th...
February 4, 2016
In 1951, the former mayor of Cincinatti introduced Louise Noun as the "the gentlest person who ever threw a brick." Noun, a feminist and his...
February 2, 2016
At the crossroad of I-80 and 35, sits the heartland of our country and the hotbed of political debate - Iowa. Sick and tired of political ads...