My Dream Job

When I was a kid and people asked me, “What do you want to be when you grow up?” I never really knew how to answer. It was the 1960’s and in spite of the Women’s Liberation Movement that was just starting to make the news, I thought that my options were: nurse, teacher, or …

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Poetry and Medicine

People live their lives (doctors being no exception) as if death does not perhaps wait just around the next corner, like a dread murderer lurking behind a tree on a mountain trail. It seems fictive even to describe it — though I have had very real conversations with such murderers (usually in jail cells). People do …

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