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I wanna live with the cinnamon girl I could be happy the rest of my life With my cinnamon girl. Joe (not his real name) is an.....

In a culture of cartoon heroes, a real hero appears.

It is, after a fashion, a legend of the fall. Not mine, mind you — although one could say my fall was in some ways greater. My.....

This is my call weekend. Call weekends — where you cover for a host of other physicians, so that the fortunate many may enjoy some time off.....

Recently, while relaxing, drinking camomile tea and meditating on my navel — or at least that part still visible — I came across a little sidebar news.....

The practice of medicine is one of the most gratifying careers possible, but it is relentless in its demands and unforgiving of imperfections — both those of.....

Scrutinizing the dentally-deficient gift horse of agnostic nihilism.

When waters break, their power spent in fine mist on the breeze, to thus retreat and gather up and hurl again against those jagged boulders yet unfazed.....

A wise friend—a man who helped me emerge from a period of considerable difficulty in my life—once taught me a simple lesson.

Liberation from bondage to shame through openness, vulnerability, and grace.

One of life’s great pleasures for me is discovering new music. Now, mind you, this is rarely new in the sense of being a new group which.....

Lying on my desk, clipped to a yellow manila binder, is a single sheet of paper. Its pleasant color format and sampled photomicrograph belie the gravity of.....