In My Humble Opinion

When I was seven It was less mountains and more mole hills. Life was contracted and small. Confined to a few walls. Two brothers. My parents...

He was gregarious. And joyful. And he loved me. Like some of my patients. I couldn't do any wrong. His last doctor had dropped him becau...

I was never really one to stand out. Growing up. I was quiet. I certainly didn't garner the attention of the opposite sex. I got used to...

It's been a hard week. After 13 days straight. Getting up at 5am and pulling myself out of bed every morning as the rest of the househol...

My spindly legs dangle absentmindedly off the bottom bunk of the bunk bed. It was Michigan or Wisconsin or somewhere close to Chicago. I g...

I am pround to announce that my manuscript of poetry (chapbook), Primary care , has been accepted by The Lives You Touch Publications . It ...

It was a time before EMR's. A time before healthcare reform. And I was a new physician. In a new practice. Wet under the collar and ...