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Hello again. I am one of you again, mi hombres. I’m a working girl. Hey, know what hurts when you haven’t spent much time in an office over the past two years? Work does. This morning, I watched the sun rise over St. Paul as I sat in traffic. I realized in a couple weeks it’ll be daylight savings, and ...

Dear Friends: Lest you ever question that the midwest is the place where all the cool shit happens, I give you proof: Sever’s Corn Maze. Heather and I attended this farming wonder yesterday, and it was everything I expected and more. Where else can you pay to get lost in an eight-foot-tall cornfield, eat cheese curds while sitting on haybales ...

Dear Friends: Wednesday afternoon, I was lifting weights in my living room, while blasting dance music and staring out the front window at the activities of my neighbors, which is mostly confined to gossiping and getting the mail, as far as I am able to discern. In the middle of my routine, probably around #25 of the 30 reps of ...

Dear Bob (the Palindrome): Not that I didn’t already know, but I’ve been staring out my window at this for two weeks now: There is no God, and you are proof. Jenni