Author: Danielle Wilson

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Opinion: Stop needing me!

Sometimes I just don’t want to be needed.  Maybe it’s this particular week or maybe it’s that I’m still adjusting to the school routine, but I am literally about to shiv the next person...

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Opinion: Laborious resolution

Last week I left you with a cliffhanger … my youngest sister, in labor with her first baby, had just chucked a Dammit Doll at the flat screen. Here’s the drama-infused conclusion, for your...

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Opinion: Labor of love

It’s 3:59 a.m. I’m sitting on the couch in Chicago talking with one of my brothers-in-law while his wife, my youngest sister, is grimacing in pain next to me. She’s in labor with her...

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Opinion: Triathlon? Check

Veni, vidi, vici, people. My first triathlon is in the books, and I am extremely proud to say I finished under my goal time. More importantly, I managed to keep from vomiting throughout the...

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Opinion: Forgot back to school

For the first time in seven years, I completely spaced a back-to-school article! Under ordinary circumstances, I’d have happily spent most of July composing a witty summer-sucks and homework-rules piece that debuts just as...

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Opinion: Sweet South Carolina

I just returned from a week-long vacation on the South Carolina coast. Here are some things I learned or was reminded of while there. Holy hello, the south is HOT. The average daily temperature...

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Opinion: Family blues

Can I just complain about my children and husband for one minute? And before anyone flies off her broom handle to write me a nasty-gram about how I should appreciate them for who they...

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Opinion: Dance momma

As I sit at my desk preparing to write this final installment of my controversial three-part series “Evolution of a Dance Mom: An Exposé,” [Pulitzer, take note!] I can’t help but notice how my...

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Opinion: Warm up to massage therapy

As a rule, I hate spa massages. I know that sentiment separates me from about 99 percent of the world’s population, but I simply can never relax enough to enjoy a stranger’s man-hands rubbing...

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Opinion: Apocalypse frau

I have just had a small taste of the apocalypse, my friends, and I can say with some degree of confidence, the flavor leaves much to be desired. Months ago my husband Doo and...