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Bridget Tenner: I am recovering from a big spaghetti dinner, trying to understand how my clothes always seem to grow over a trip and I can never quite fit them back into the suitcase they arrived in, a bit worried about the fact that somehow I didn't open my books over the past nine days, still drying off from the cold Chicago rain (why? why is it not spring yet?!) and of course compiling and scheduling a list of all the signs on the Northwest Tollway (I-90) that need to be inspected this summer...
...Somehow, in spite of labor disputes and selfish players, Major League Baseball has always remained dear to America's heart. It is the National Pastime, and today the Boys of Summer emerge from the sunny spring training fields of Florida and Arizona. Opening Day marks the beginning of a passion for baseball enthusiasts around the world, but it means something unique for many different fans throughout America...
...Somehow, in spite of labor disputes and selfish players, Major League Baseball has always remained dear to America's heart. It is the National Pastime, and today the Boys of Summer emerge from the sunny spring training fields of Florida and Arizona. Opening Day marks the beginning of a passion for baseball enthusiasts around the world, but it means something unique for many different fans throughout America...
...with the final stages of Alzheimer's disease, when neurodegenerative plaques and tangles spread throughout the brains of their patients, robbing them of memory, dignity and finally their lives. But what if there were a way to halt this terrifying decline? What if scientists developed a treatment that could somehow stop Alzheimer's disease in its tracks and prevent any further deterioration? Chances are you'd want to treat folks as soon as possible, in the earliest stages of the disease, long before devastating brain damage had occurred...
...hard enough being a phobic adult, going through life fearing metaphorical monsters under metaphorical beds. But suppose you were having the same fears in childhood, a stage of life when monsters are somehow more than metaphors and the bed they're hiding under is your very own. How can parents distinguish a passing childhood fear from a full-blown phobia? And what can they do to help? The good news for most parents - not to mention their kids - is that the majority of childhood terrors are fleeting. In a big, forbidding world that most children can't begin to make...