On finally appreciating Florida (and shattering those Chicago delusions) after 25 years

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25 years ago today, my mom and I left Chicago and arrived in central Florida to begin a new life. I was two, she was 28 (a year older than I am now… yikes), and almost everyone we loved was suddenly a thousand miles away in breezy Chicago or its soft-grassed suburbs. I was distraught and ungrateful; she was newly divorced and brave enough to make this daunting leap alone. Almost every day since then, I’ve missed Illinois and hated this state. I never adjusted to the weather, I flew back “home” to spend every school break with my cousins,. . . keep going

My selfish reaction to a 12-year-old girl’s suicide

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So the sickening pattern continues.  Last month, another child chose death over the hell of her own emotions.  And with that one impossibly permanent decision, twelve-year-old Rebecca Sedwick’s short life instantly became another narrative to feed the victim-hungry news cycle.  Her suicide has already sparked debates over everything from bullying (the question “are girls getting meaner?” got its own Today show segment yesterday) to freedom of speech (with shock jocks taking calls from the sheriff accused of violating it).  But the same selfish thought keeps nagging me: if the Internet had risen to popularity just a few years earlier, it would’ve been my name in those. . . keep going