Category Archives: Essays

My Vasculitis Story: Not the final chapter

This morning I was listening to “How far is heaven” sung by the Los Lonely Boys. I love the song, but I am pretty happy that heaven is much farther away today than it was that first year. After I … Continue reading

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My Vasculitis Story: Chapter four

As you probably remember from the last chapter, my goal was to get to Travis AFB to a rheumatologist who could take over my treatment. When my husband and I reached Travis AFB, we had to reschedule the appointment because … Continue reading

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Continued: My Vasculitis Story

I have tried to explain many times to friends and family how it felt to lose my ability to think. Being able to think through problems or even to write was such a vital part of my personality that when … Continue reading

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Swine Flu and other thoughts

Yesterday, I was standing in the post office behind a woman who was coughing in her fist and then touching the counters next to us. The counters follow the line all the way to the postal clerks. Of course I … Continue reading

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Sunday Scribblings: Fearless

I can’t claim to be fearless. When I am scared, I try to think rationally of all the things that could happen to hurt or kill me, and then I do it anyway. This is not fearless because when I … Continue reading

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Great-Horned Owls

With all the publicity that these large owls are getting lately, I want to cash in and tell my story. Just a couple of years ago we were coming out of an Amateur Radio meeting in Gardnerville when something hooted … Continue reading

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Sunday Scribblings: Time Machine

Two smells take me back to the 1960s: cinnamon and chocolate. My mother loved both of these smells. Her grandmother used to make a type of cinnamon candy that she could taste and smell at Christmas time. So during Christmas … Continue reading

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