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When my mom passed away in 2016, her legacy included some prime Missouri farmland and a household inventory that ranged from English collectibles, coffee-table books on Great... — Updated 3/29/2023

I closely eyeballed the stop sign at the intersection of Fourth and Lincoln streets. It appeared to be in good working order. "STOP" was spelled correctly, the red was the... — Updated 3/22/2023

It might be an unpopular opinion, but I genuinely like snow. I'm not referring to the icy, slushy nonsense we've experienced thus far - I'm talking about that snowman-making,... — Updated 2/22/2023

I used to think that when I got older, I would have more answers - to who I am, who I want to be, and just to life in general. Well, now that I am older, I can see that sentiment... — Updated 2/15/2023

Among my several pet peeves is perhaps the granddaddy of them all - loud music playing everywhere, all the time, yet no one is listening. "What music?" If no one is listening to... — Updated 2/8/2023

Christmas is the most magical time of year - a time for family, friends, joy and many blessings. For as long as I can remember, I have spent my Christmases in Hinsdale with my... — Updated 12/21/2022

Decorating used to be a laborious process of looking through hundreds of colors, fabrics and other materials until you found just the right combination and balance. Not anymore.... — Updated 10/12/2022

Like many kids, I loved horses. They were my favorite thing to draw, my favorite thing to talk about and my favorite thing to collect - in My Little Pony form, of course. I would... — Updated 9/7/2022

When I was a child, growing up on Chicago's northwest side, there was a saying that went something like this: "Sticks and stones can break my bones, but words will never hurt me."... — Updated 8/24/2022