Wounded Healers
Breast cancer survivors’ journey comes full circle
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Wounded Healers
For almost three years doctors had been assuring Bonnie Etz that the large lump she felt in her breast was probably just dense fiber, nothing to worry about. So when Etz found out in 2004 that she had a rare and advanced case of breast cancer she felt betrayed and distraught. But her husband was…
The goose conundrum
Hear that gabbling in the sky, that high rambunctious cry as if an entire city of laughing children is flying over? Or see that shifting V-tipped string of black stretched south to north? And another and another? Early in the morning, we stop what we’re doing to watch banner after noisy banner of Aleutian geese…
Nattering nabobs
Oh, puhleeze. That’s about the only conceivable response to the Eureka Reporter’s hyperventilating editorial last Saturday, in which reporter John Driscoll and his employer, the Times-Standard, are made to stand in the dock while charges of unethical conduct are read out against them. To recap, briefly: Driscoll had been covering the Pacific Lumber bankruptcy case,…
Wilderness Rx
As I gaze back over the 15 odd "Off The Pavement" articles I have penned for the Journal, it would seem one big theme has emerged. I might define my overall interpretation of them as something like, the necessity of being outside.So if this theme has appealed to you, then you are in luck. This…
Wild, Wild Horses
The cave paintings of Lascaux are some of the oldest known artworks, dating from between 13,000 to 25,000 BC. Among the paintings are depictions of horses with short, thick heads and stocky bodies. The similarity between these horse paintings and the takhi horses, the last wild horse species in the world, is striking. That’s something…
Can We Survive The Syndrome?
If somehow I’ve conveyed to readers that I disrespect restaurants, I’ve expressed myself badly. When we go to a new restaurant, we do so with optimism. True, we do not eat out often, as we are ourselves cooks, but when we discover a place we like, we tell everyone – because we know all about…
Cosmic Roadhouse Country
In my younger days I spent many happy hours in a dive bar on the Arcata Plaza called The Boot Club, where the No. 1 favorite on the jukebox was a tune by Freddy Fender, "Wasted Days and Wasted Nights." While the leader of Dave Gleason’s Wasted Days was still in elementary school when the…
