In My Humble Opinion

It was that time of the month again and Mrs. S hobbled feebly into my office. She was 95 years old and we had been through alot together: th...

For years I have driven the same path every morning. I mastered the twists and turns, ups and downs, long ago. Occasionally, as the sun rise...

When he was a child, Darren once accompanied his father to a patients home. He sat on a rickety chair in the corner and watched as his dad a...

In our continuing interview series, I discuss with infamous blogger Jordan Grumet the pitfalls of fame. Me: Jordan, parking on your street w...

Would I not thrash against the rails of the hospital bed? An uncovered leg protruding below the disheveled sheets is brazenly exposed by a s...

It's not that I don't like the idea of it. I envision roaming tribes of doctors scattered amongst hospital floors rounding on patien...

I walked down the hospital corridor listlessly. My feet dragged as they fought each attempt to lift off the ground. My body was tired and ac...