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No Kids Allowed: Businesses That Ban Children?

When my first child was born, I lived in New York City. My husband and I were accustomed to eating breakfast, brunch, lunch, dinner and dessert in restaurants far more often than our own kitchen. We got a rude awakening the first time we tried to take our adorable infant to my favorite Italian restaurant. Think red-checked tablecloths, candles, and olive oil imported from Tivoli. I was on first-name terms with both the ricotta ala rigatoni and the matred.

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An Open Letter To Donald Sterling From A Multiracial Mom

Mr. Sterling,I have four children that are all sports fans. My oldest daughter is a Los Angeles Lakers fan. My other three are Los Angeles Clippers fans. We are a house divided by the sports teams we love and follow.But this week, we were united in sadness. While watching television, the kids and I heard the racially charged audiotapes that your multiracial girlfriend, V.Stiviano, made of you rambling on about black people …

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This Old House

My parents lived in the same house for my whole childhood. By the time they got divorced, I was in my twenties, in law school, and my brother was in college. Neither of my parents needed a house at that point, so they sold it and moved into separate apartments.