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Wednesday, July 23rd, 2014 @ 10:11PM

When All You Have Left Is the Cost of Breakfast at McDonald’s

By Dennis Miller When I was 20 years old, I sat through my first day of a business law course at Northwestern University. The professor began by writing two words on the blackboard (in the prehistoric days of blackboards and chalk): Caveat emptor. He raised his voice and said, “Let…

Tuesday, July 15th, 2014 @ 11:00PM

Kill Peter Pan: How to Make “Home” Unwelcoming In a World Where 26 Equals 18

By Dennis Miller My youngest son, who is now in his 50s, asked me what it felt like when all the children left the nest. I thought for a moment and said: For my entire adult life, I’d driven a boat down a clearly marked narrow channel. I had to…

Tuesday, July 8th, 2014 @ 6:47PM

Why Seattle’s Minimum Wage Hike Matters to Seniors

By Dennis Miller The US is gearing up for mid-term elections this November 4—so much so that Rolling Stone announced the relaunch of the “Rock the Vote” campaign last month (according to one of the younger members of my team). And just like clockwork, minimum wage is making headlines again…

Tuesday, July 1st, 2014 @ 10:34PM

5 Simple Rules to Evolve Past the Hot-Stock List

By Andrey Dashkov If you’re a typical small-time investor, chances are you prefer to let a team of analysts fuss about such irksome things as correlation and beta. Maybe you’ve bought a stock because your brother-in-law gave you a hot tip, maybe you heard something about it on a financial…

Tuesday, June 24th, 2014 @ 10:09PM

5 Women Who Made Me Rich and What They Can Teach You

By Dennis Miller My grandmother refused to share the heart-wrenching details until I was in the Marine Corps. I’d heard bits and pieces about my ne’er-do-well father but didn’t fully grasp the devastation he’d left behind until Grandmother spilled the story with tears in her eyes: Your father never worked….

Tuesday, June 10th, 2014 @ 9:32PM

How to Die in Dignity Without Leaving Your Spouse to Starve

By Dennis Miller We’d all been waiting for the big day, but the chapel the ceremony took place in was very small—just a room with Christian symbols and a few chairs. My wife Jo’s father was waiting for us in his hospital bed, grinning from ear to ear. Despite the…