A Year in Poetry

I write poetry to process the experiences - both painful and joyful - in my patients' lives and my own. I never explicitly set out to do it. There's no conscious intention, no I'm going to write about poem about this to help me feel better. But almost inevitably, the words find their way to the …

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The (Hand)written Word

I have vivid memories of sitting at the dining room table of my parents' house, note cards and address book spread before me, squirming and complaining to my mother, "I don't know what to write!" The scene unfolded annually in the week following Christmas and my birthday, which are lumped together in a way that …

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