Column: Left To My Own Devices
And a lot of good it’s doing me. I may be able to do what I want, but I don’t really have a clue as to what it is I want to do – or can do.
Column: Write From The Heart
Obviously I find comfort in writing. Obviously I have some need to put down on paper that which is in my head. In fact, evidence suggests that cancer patients who write about their feelings have some kind of improved quality of life and/or longer life expectancy.
Column: “Scanxiety”
The meaning being: the anxiety one feels waiting for, and awaiting the results of, a diagnostic scan.
Column: Intact or Abstract
How does one not become consumed with something that is all-consuming? Moreover, how does that same one take certain information in stride that potentially is anything but stride-worthy?
Yes, We Need Medicaid Reform…
Block Grants are Not the Answer
A young man sits in a crowded waiting room. He is a wheel chair user, his hair is cut close to his head and his body is angular, arms bent in ways that most people would find uncomfortable. He wears head gear that looks like something from a sci-fi movie; it is a band that wraps around his head with a stick of some kind protruding off the front of his forehead.
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