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Whistleblower confused by quiet

Dear Abby: I am a widow in my early 50s. While I was dating a prominent OB-GYN, I found out that he’s involved in criminal activity — operating a so-called “pill mill.” On our last date he asked me to join an escort service he was starting.

Gluten-free baking class just in time for the holidays

You’ve probably seen it everywhere; gluten-free everything has taken over the world. Unless you’re allergic to the little protein that causes those with celiac disease to react, then it doesn’t register for you. However, for those who do have celiac disease (a severe allergy to anything made from the Triticeae family of plants, including wheat, barley and rye) finding delicious meals can be a lifesaver.

Wife’s online snooping reveals her lack of trust

Dear Abby: My wife used the search feature for the Ashley Madison emails and discovered an old account I had signed up for late one night, before we were together. I had forgotten all about it. When she brought it up, I panicked and lied because I was embarrassed, but immediately told her what it was. She was upset, but I explained the situation and that I hadn’t even thought about it since we have been together.

Nothing New — Tribal trials and tribulations

Long before the white man arrived on the shores of what is now Grays Harbor, it was home to the native peoples, which the newcomers had long termed “Indians.” They had lived here since time immemorial, living in cedar longhouses and subsisting on salmon, deer, bear and razor clams. In 1800, the Harbor tribes numbered an estimated 1,000 members before a series of epidemics decimated the population and by the 1870s only about 130 remained. Since then the numbers have rebounded and today the Quinault Nation is stronger than ever. Here are a number of stories from the past reflecting the trials and tribulations of the local native population.

Book Review: The story of extraordinary women who blossomed in the Southwest

In May 1903, Natalie Curtis stepped into the Arizona heat for the first time. She was accompanied by her brother George, who’d been working in the region as a ranch hand. They came from a wealthy New York family and like many vaguely unwell Easterners, had been told to head to the dry Southwest for their health. Both recovered, and Natalie found something more: a calling.

Mark Harvey — The best time of my life

In some ways, it’s a rather magical time of year: its cooler, the leaves are turning and showing off and the more future-oriented among us are even thinking about the holidays. Change: It’s what marks and measures our lives, from one season to the next, the one constant: Change.