Strange Gifts
DNA is the great cosmic irony. It is a catalogue of existence, containing all requisites for life.
Bear Lake
Exactly 5 years and 3 months since his death
On Being a Different Man
What does it mean to be a man?
Snoop
“You know who you remind me of, Ali,” the plastic surgeon standing opposite me in the operating room said. “Snoop Dogg. You sound just like him.”
Who Heals the Healer?
My wife and I got into an argument last night.
NPO
Bearded. Pungent. Sour smelling clothes stuck in places well beyond the
Freudian Slippers
I am standing in front of a heavy brown door with a small window at eye level.
Silenced
I gowned up in the doorway, studying her.
Why Medicine?
For a long time when asked “Why medicine?”, I responded, “Why the moon?”
What’s The Difference?
It’s cold. The air is quiet in here – it must be snowing outside.
Balance
It’s funny how sometimes life can catch up with you.
I Remember You
I remember you had so much cancer eroding your mouth that you sneezed and it broke your jaw
Rotation #6
It hasn’t been enough. How did this come so early?!?
Southern Charm
She reminded me of my mother – if my mother were a charming Southern Belle from Texas who believed that God dictated every move in her life.
A Silent Sentinel
As I did my first newborn exam today, it hit me–how you were supposed to be.
A Prescription for Empathy
Empathy is essential to humane health care practice, yet it can be difficult to teach.
My Mother’s Son
Essay and photograph.
The Storyteller
Our initiation to healthcare involves a confrontation with death.
Pas Seul
Luke had been up for more than twenty-four hours on his second day of work, and was starting to hallucinate.
On dying, loss, and medical school. A bit of candor
One autumn morning, two men came to take my mother away.
Heartless
One morning Dr. Freeman woke up in somebody else’s bed.
The Stethoscope
We found the old doctor’s bag in some weeds next to the woodpile,
A Dying Man
After relating his prognosis to a dying man with widely metastatic cancer
Growing Pains
I frowned at the dying rhubarb in my yard.
My Heroes Have Always Been Cowboys
My dad left me suddenly in 2008.
