Guilt Laid Bare

Guilt Laid Bare

As a physician-in-training in the late 1970s, I rotated among a variety of inner-city public hospitals, honing clinical skills with patients who were grateful to have someone, anyone, care enough to take care of them. There were plenty of street people who needed to...
Stumbling Upon Spring

Stumbling Upon Spring

Late winter is often particularly dark and dank. My doldrums are deep; the brief respite of sun and warmth too rare. Cranky, I  put one foot ahead of the other, get done what needs to be done, oblivious to subtle renewal around me, refusing to believe even in the...

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