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When it comes to chores around the house, you have lots of responsibility.
By Greg Kot
For as long as you can remember, there’s always been someone in your corner.
by Sue Monk Kidd
Your best friend has been all a-flutter about something lately. You haven’t seen much of her, in fact. She’s been sticking close to her nest but that’s okay. Next time you get together, it’ll be just like you were never apart.
By Judy Young and Devin Scillian, illustrated by Bill Farnsworth, Chris Ellison, and Doris Ettlinger
The last time your family moved, it was quite a big project.
By Damien Brown
Plan A or Plan B? This one or that? It was a big decision, and you made it with as much information as you could find. Now you hope you’ve gotten the healthcare coverage that works best for you and your family.
By Solomon Northup, introduction by Dolen Perkins-Valdez, Ph.D.
Nobody could tell them like she could, either. She was full of tales of caution and thrift and could remember things that happened back when she was a girl. She even knew stories about her own grandparents, the lives they led, and how they survived.
By Hill Harper
You figured you had a lock on things. Sell or steal a little something. Hold for somebody, “borrow” a car, gain respect. Make a little money, and it’d be all good, right? Now that lock you h
Author: David Henry and Joe Henry,
Dirty, nasty, filthy. That’s what your mother claimed “those words” were. You said them once … and were never allowed to say them again in her presence. They were bad words.
By Lauren A. Rothman
This morning, you were stylin’. You left for work, in fact, feeling like a million bucks in your favorite shirt, your most comfortable suit, and your lucky undies. Yessir, it would be a good day, and it might be even better, if you didn’t have missing buttons, a stain on your suit, and undies that played peek-a-boo.
The Story of Baseball as Told Through Bobble Heads, Cracker Jacks, Jock Straps, Eye Black and 375 Other Strange and Unforgettable Objects
No matter where you are, you can remember that sound. You can just about hear it now: that “thwock” that comes when baseball meets bat. That hollow noise, that breathless second before the knowledge that you’ve hit it square; it’s exquisite.