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Opinion

A Weighty Issue Indeed

Chicago Tribune, September 13, 2009
Fat consumes 10 percent of our health-care dollars. That’s $147 billion we spend, as a nation, treating diseases caused or exacerbated by too much fat on our frames.
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Harry and Louise Must Die

Salon, August 4, 2009
Next year we’ll spend $17 billion in Medicare dollars on an oxymoron: preventing inevitable death. So forget for a moment the plans coming out of Washington. Curing healthcare is not a question of Obama’s blue pill or Obama’s red pill. The answer may be no pill at all.
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Rats! Don’t you hate it when they visit paradise?

Chicago Tribune
In Chicago, we savor every warm sunny day in autumn. Last gasps of summer happen all over the globe, of course, but in Chicago each day of warmth and sun is one we soak up and store within ourselves. We’re like the late Leo Lionni’s Frederick, who uses those rays to sooth his fellow mice during the bleak, cold months of winter.
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Back to the Present: Bliss in a Water Tank

Crain’s Chicago Business, August 3, 1998
BALANCE, HARMONY, BLISS: all this in a basement storefront on Lincoln Avenue at SpaceTime Tanks, where the spaced-out ’60s live on and on and on. There, for $30 and an hour of your time, you can float in darkened silence in a sealed oblong tank of warm water suffused with 800 pounds of Epsom salts.
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Something Borrowed: A Wedding Dress Makes the Rounds

Chicago Reader, December 8, 1995
My wedding dress has been at the dry cleaner’s for ten months. It had already hung by its garment loops in an extra closet for nine years. One hundred dollars is a lot to spend cleaning something; and I vaguely sensed that it was uncleanable, that I’d take it to a professional, and they’d tut-tut me for ruining such a lovely dress. I’d had so much fun at our wedding that I’d trashed the lower two-thirds of it. Red wine, champagne, violet lipstick, grime-who invited them? But New York City and a lesbian guest insistent on catching the bouquet will leave their mark on white satin.
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In the blog

I’m still in a funk over our elected leader and his mendacious staff. Fiction, even dark difficult fiction, provides an escape. Here’s where I’ve been: In the Midwest, two men heedlessly press on to their deaths. One is a right-to-life activist set on eliminating abortion providers. The other is a doctor who provides abortions for

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When we first meet Madeleine Hanna she’s hungover and heartsick. It’s 1982, graduation day at Brown University, and Madeleine’s parents are at her apartment house front door, buzzing. Old Money, they’ll breakfast with Madeleine instead of taking her for a graduation dinner so they won’t have to spend two nights paying for a hotel. Welcome

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Two of my dearest, smartest friends read no fiction at all. Ever. Lately I’m drifting into their camp. I’ve already railed about the grotesque resolution in Gillian Flynn’s “Gone Girl,” but it’s worth repeating: I see people carrying that book and think — ugh, just wait. That book that should be wrapped in warning tape.

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