I have often thought of my life as being divided into many different worlds. I have my family world. My growing up world in Cleveland Heights, Ohio (you know, the place where Taylor Swift’s fiancé grew up), my college world, my graduate student world, my reservation world, my working world, and my Siegel Rare Neuroimmune Association world. All these worlds are neurotically organized, like my desk. Each world is loaded to the gills with many life experiences and with different

6-1-77     Bill was going to be leaving the mission after volunteering there for two years. Susie and I became very close friends with Bill and were sorry to see him leave. Bill made a very positive difference for the mission and for the community during his time in Hays. He was really loved by many of the families in the community. I don’t have good notes about this day in June and there’s no counting on my memory for much. Bill and I must have decided to head into the Littl

5-2-77   I went to visit Irma and Ray. Irma, Ruth and Shannon and I sat around the kitchen table and talked. Irma said that she remembered really well when TB was a big problem here. It's not as big a problem as it used to be. We used to take a tablespoon of cod liver oil every day. It was supposed to prevent TB. At first I hated it but my mother would make us take it. After a while I actually didn't mind the taste. It didn't taste so bad. I got used to it. And it was suppose