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Your Turn/Molly Stroot

Molly McClain Stroot, 66, is married to Jeff Stroot. They have four beautiful children.

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Ten years later, we're still having lunch
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Ten years later, we're still having lunch

It was 10 years ago that we began the virtual "Lunch with Steve" columns.

Nothing says 'I love you' like a love song
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Nothing says 'I love you' like a love song

Guys, we're two days from Valentine's Day. Do you have everything you need to impress your significant other? Candy? Check. Dinner reservations? Check. Music? What's that, you say? You do not have any tunes picked out to share on Cupid's favorite day? M

Your Turn/Bridgette Northern
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Your Turn/Bridgette Northern

Bridgette Northern, 36, is marketing manager for Adams Telephone Co-Operative, which some people know as Adams Fiber, and supervisor for Chili Township. She and her husband Michael have two sons, Owen, 11, and Chase, 8.

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Did Kris Kristofferson have a role in those license plates?

Earlier this week, I was working my way east on Maine Street when I managed to hit just about every red light possible. During those stops I started noticing the creativity of some license plates.

Stevie Love returns for his annual visit to assist the lovesick and lovelorn
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Stevie Love returns for his annual visit to assist the lovesick and lovelorn

He's back. The potentate of passion, the emperor of embrace -- Stevie Love, the Doctor of Love -- has returned for a 12th straight year to offer pre-Valentine's Day advice for the lovelorn.

Your Turn/Carol Logsdon
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Your Turn/Carol Logsdon

Carolyn Elizabeth Clayton Logsdon, 38, has been married to Craig Logsdon, a Hannibal, Mo., police officer, for 15 years. They have three children -- Aaron, 12, Isabella, 10, and John, 5.

Your Turn/Megan Newman
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Your Turn/Megan Newman

Your Turn/Megan Newman

It's almost that time of the year
Steve Eighinger

It's almost that time of the year

It's always easy for me to tell when January is nearing an end. I don't even need to look at a calendar. I start to get the fever -- baseball fever.

Your Turn/Linda Coleberd
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Your Turn/Linda Coleberd

Your Turn/Linda Coleberd