Opinion

November’s widow

November: the month of falling leaves, shorter days, and the time when I officially become a “hunting widow.” Every year, as hunting season rolls around, my husband slips into a world of camo, tree stands, dirt scented soap and sprays that I make for him, and early morning or evening treks through the woods.

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Taking chances

A lure came in the mail, not unlike the sweepstakes of yesteryear, to the addressee “or current resident” (somewhat insultingly).

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