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Columns

Where are all the women?

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Newsroom diversity (in every sense of the word) is paramount not only to quality — fair and thorough sourcing and reporting — but also a sense of belonging.
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Learning through heartbreak

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I think, in many ways, being in love is a lot like being in college. It is, without a doubt, beautiful, full of opportunities and an experience no one will ever forget. At the same time (and this is what movies and relatives don’t tell you about college or love), they will also cause you more pain than you can imagine.
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Fearing time

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And if you feel like you don’t have enough time, just rearrange your priorities. It’s not complicated, but it isn’t easy — I’m still learning how to do it.
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No going back

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As I finally approach graduation, and quite possibly the end of my formal schooling, I find myself desperately wanting to prolong this part of my life. For someone who agonized and stressed over every paper I wrote, I’m suddenly struck with wanting nothing more than to keep on doing just that.
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Daring to drive toward independence

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My dad has always told me growing up, “Only worry about what you can control.” I don’t have a car to control anymore. And I sure can’t control the world around me right now. All I can control is myself.
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The unfaithful owner (and dog)

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Whenever I came home, my dog conducted a full-on sniffing investigation out of suspicion, and I couldn’t help but feel a bit guilty; I was cheating on my dog.
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Advice for a porcupine

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And that’s when it hits me — to my mom, it was never about me being a doctor or a straight-A student or the overachiever that I’d ended up becoming. She’d been saying it for eight years: What she wanted was for me to be a good person.
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Growing up and growing apart

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Though my sister and I were raised in the same house with the same parents in the same Chicago suburb, our childhoods were immeasurably different. I have to wonder if that is what made us so different or if it was inevitable from the beginning that our life paths would split so drastically.
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