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I can’t bring myself to close the window on my phone; the window that still holds Nicole Brodeur’s column about John Fisher and the end of 103.7 The Mountain. Ever since the announcement last week, I’ve been quietly mourning, trapped in Chicago: a city that will never understand. How can I describe to my friends…
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It’s a universal truth that how we imagine events and how they actually go down almost never match. Another universal truth is that your first summer home from college is brutal. Add a monotonous job, an angsty long distance relationship, and too much time at home, and brutal became unbearable. I got so bored I…
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Dearest plant in my window, When I bought you as mere seeds in the seasonal aisle at Jewel, your packaging promised me this: I planted you with big ambitions. Of a window brimming with flowers, explosions of pink and gold. Of botanical glory. When you first sprouted, I was gleeful; young leaves! Signs of life!…
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1. Everything is subjective. Checking something off the list doesn’t always mean being literal. I have checked things off when I didn’t do exactly what I had first intended, and I have chosen not to check something off even if I did. 2. I’m not going in order. Different parts of the list apply to…
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This is likely the most inane item on my bucket list, so of course it’s where I’m starting as I get my groove back. Keeping a plant alive is like making sure a river still runs; if you leave it alone, it gets the job done on its own… not much for me to do. I…
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There’s a special kind of air in Chicago. It tastes warm and verdant, laden with the promise of rain. The air tastes of summer, it’s life, it’s change. The city is brimming, about to tip over into summer storm. Some cities grab you by the heart from the moment you meet them. Austin. Dublin. Cape…
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There were a lot of reasons I was going 100 mph that waning summer night. It was a bucket list moment. But that’s not why I was in the car. I was living on liminal time, between my farewells to my city and the Next Big Chapter of college. I had walked away from my first…
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For years now I’ve carried the list with me. It rests comfortably in a place of honor on my corkboard, as it has in the six places I’ve lived since coming to college. The creases are deep in the ancient notebook paper, from years of unfolding, checking, and refolding. But they’ve had a long rest over…
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Once we were young and warriors. Once our wings beat strong to carry us to the high places near the sun. Once we stood on summits with frosty breath. We saw Africa, Europe, Alaska and the might Himalayas Spread out in majestic panoply below us, The power and solitude of the peaks awesome. Once our…
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