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My first season of flowers is over. The signs of decay are everywhere. The bleached leaves of the King Solomon’s seal look like parchment paper streamers from some festive fairy bash. The purple asters have closed their faces into little disapproving black knots. The tamarack trees are baring their trunks faster than Kappa Kappa Gammas on spring break. But oh, the memories.
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Meet our old pals Mike and Harlene. After raising three kids in the Chicago suburbs, they sold their house, donated their kids’ old toys, divested themselves of lawnmowers and snow shovels, and moved to a sixth-story loft in Printer’s Row a few blocks from Mike’s office. They carry up their groceries via a creaky old double-doored elevator. They pay closer attention to the forecast because they walk everywhere. It’s a fresh start, this urban adventure.
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A couple weeks ago, I attended Alt Summit, a blog conference held in Palm Springs, California. Last night, I wrote an excellent recap of our week in the desert, with highlights from speakers and links to some of the very inspiring people I met. Then, at 1:30 a.m., when I went to hit ‘publish’, the unthinkable happened. My computer died.
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