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Wife leaves town, husband is lost at home alone

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By Dick Wolfsie Mary Ellen went to a conference last week in Chicago and left me at home. Alone. When she abandoned me last year,...

Giving thanks: God’s best gift was to create mothers

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ByJanet Hommel Mangas I almost forgot that Mother’s Day is Sunday. The birds seem to be quite joyful about it, as they are chirping their...

Strengthening family bonds: Hunting much more than just obtaining healthy, natural meat

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By Brandon Butler Many members of the non-hunting public have a misconception as to what hunting is all about. While most understand the main purpose of...

Legacy of music: Research brings to light dedicated artists

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<strong>By David Carlson</strong> Back in grad school, when I first thought about becoming a college professor, I imagined that I would be constantly learning. After...

Tight labor market has downsides despite desire for ‘full employment’

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By Michael J. Hicks The U.S. unemployment rate is currently sitting at the bottom of the range of estimates for something economists call “full employment.”...

Legacy of music: Research brings to light dedicated artists

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By David Carlson Back in grad school, when I first thought about becoming a college professor, I imagined that I would be constantly learning. After...

Tight labor market has downsides despite desire for ‘full employment’

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<strong>By Michael J. Hicks</strong> The U.S. unemployment rate is currently sitting at the bottom of the range of estimates for something economists call “full employment.”...

If they could turn back time

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“So what’s your summary of the legislative session?” Myrtle, my muse asked. “I don’t want to write one,” I replied. “Why not?” she persisted. “Usually you’re...

Some advice: Don’t get too big for your britches

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Question: What was your first job and how old were you? The husband’s “first job” was selling fortune eggs. He hollowed out raw eggs and...

If they could turn back time

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“So what’s your summary of the legislative session?” Myrtle, my muse asked. “I don’t want to write one,” I replied. “Why not?” she persisted. “Usually you’re...