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Posted on Jun 10, 12:00 AM
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If my husband were president, I think I'd have to be exiled to the Kingdom of Bhutan for the duration of his tenure, because there is no way I would have the self-discipline of Michelle Obama.
Posted on Jun 10, 12:00 AM
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So, last Saturday I'm back on the ball field coaching my 9-year-old boy's little league team along with three other fathers. We lose big. Why? Because it was hot. Yes, I know what you're thinking: Wasn't it hot for the other team? Stop with the logic, OK?
Posted on Jun 8, 12:00 AM
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The U.S. government is trying "to create a database of every [phone] call ever made."
Posted on Jun 7, 1:54 PM
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We who live in Washington are admittedly a little defensive about this city we call home. Be honest -- you would be, too, if the nation's elected leaders won their high offices by repeatedly running campaigns that bellowed how much they, and all right-thinking Americans, distrusted and despised Your Hometown.
Posted on Jun 7, 12:00 AM
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The sky isn't falling. The train is not wrecking. The end is not nigh. And to drag this out a bit, the tidings are not all bad.
Posted on Jun 7, 12:00 AM
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The Syrian war is spreading fast, engulfing all of its neighbors and risking even larger conflicts, while leaving the pregnant question: What's to be done before the region explodes?
Posted on Jun 6, 12:00 AM
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Economic forecasters exist to make astrologers look good. But the recent jubilance is enough to make even weather forecasters blush.
Posted on Jun 6, 12:00 AM
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You'd think they'd never seen a scandal before.
Posted on Jun 5, 12:00 AM
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Detroit, once one of the nation's most vibrant cities, faces imminent bankruptcy. That's the headline from the report last month of emergency fiscal manager Kevyn Orr, issued 45 days after he was appointed this spring by Michigan Gov. Rick Snyder to take over the city's government.
Posted on Jun 5, 12:00 AM
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How many times a year do I do this? I've lost count. Bright and early, I march to the second-floor closet and vow that this is the day I will cull the boxes of family memories piled to the ceiling. I yank the door open and sigh with disgust: What a mess. I pull out a box, sit on the bed and push up my sleeves.
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