After a perfectly warm summer, the temperature is beginning to dip at night. Keeping warm inside our homes is once again on our minds.
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The American College of Sports Medicine says 25,000 people sprain their ankles every day in the United States. Some of those injuries recover over time on their own , or do they?
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.
Two years ago, Bella Rodriguez-Torres died at 10 of rhabdomyosarcoma, a rare childhood cancer she battled for six years. The lessons she taught her friends and family continue to live on through the Live Like Bella Childhood Cancer Foundation.
A ranked selection of notable new recordings we heard in September.
Danni Rodewald knows a thing or two about bravery. To wit, she agreed to curate Six Rivers Gallery’s fall show “Rustica” while still trying to define the term, oh, and she just survived her third back surgery in as many years.
Alas, the carving season is upon us.
Dear Abby: I have anger issues and sometimes I take it out on the ones I love. When my fiancee recently told me we are having a child, I hoped my attitude would change. It hasn’t, and at times it has gotten worse. I hit her last night and it left a mark.
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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.
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.
Dear Abby: I’m a 17-year-old girl, and all my life I have had trouble accepting gifts, even inexpensive ones. I do believe it’s the thought that counts, but I have trouble expressing gratitude.
Dear Abby: Our family dog recently passed away after a year-long decline. I had grown up with him. He had reached the point where he needed daily care for his body, even though his mind was 100 percent there. Near the end, things got very bad. I got only about four hours of broken sleep a night caring for him, and no one in the family would help me. During part of his daily care routine, he had a second accident all over the freshly cleaned floor. I lost it and hit him.
Some things are better with time, just ask John Larson.
Dear Abby: My situation is upsetting and I don’t know what to do anymore. My girlfriend, “Dana,” is pregnant. My ex-wife showed up at our door with terminal cancer and nowhere to go. When I told her she could stay with us, Dana moved out.