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This winter’s global warning

There is no sound that brings greater joy to my heart than the crisp “zip” of corduroy-clad thighs rubbing merrily against each other as they make their way down snow-filled streets. The rustle of a wool crepe coat, the swish of a lambs wool scarf jauntily arranged about a toasty neck and the smart clip of a buttery leather boot are music to my ears. These sounds usher in the winter season, a magical three months filled with sledding, good cheer, and according to statistics, lots of baby-making.

By January 11, 2007

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Ladies First: Female professorship at Georgetown

Long before women donned power suits and took over corner offices across America, the fairer sex was firmly in control of one profession: teaching. Though the image of schoolmarms in high-necked shirts and sensible shoes is long gone, the tradition of women in education remains strong. According to the National Educational Association, only nine percent of elementary school teachers today are male, meaning that women tower over men in this crucial area of education. But the tables turn drastically when it comes to education at the university level, where men overwhelmingly dominate teaching positions.

By November 16, 2006

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Fall into food: we’re bringing comfort back

There is no greater or more constant pleasure than in an apple.

By October 26, 2006

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Nov. 7th: The new independence day

My mother has been a candidate in several hotly contested elections, though she has yet to schmooze or kiss a baby to get there (Christmas parties aside).

By October 5, 2006

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Yo’ momma (and yo’ daddy too)

After dropping my oldest brother off at college, my mother proceeded to cry the entire ride home, silently sniffling as she navigated her way through Ohio cornfields in her red Suburban. Ten years later, after emptying the same, slightly beleaguered car, I stood facing my parents on Healy Lawn.

By August 24, 2006

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18 square feet of lasagna and love

My parents always meant to get a bigger dining room table. Ours is far too cramped for all of us to sit around, and when we do, elbows bump, chairs clatter together and fights sometimes ensue. The table itself has seen better days.

By March 30, 2006