Adam, a tall, athletic and fiercely, competitive, yet emotionally fragile 8 year-old and I have moved the Eames chairs to the side, clearing an open space of carpet next to a section of wall about 3 feet high under the window of my 8th floor office. Beyond, I have a view of West Los Angeles, the Santa Monica and LA airports, Palos Verdes in the distance and – to the right – Santa Monica Bay where on clear days you can see Santa Catalina.
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Tears
Sarah cried today. Tears while holding back full sobs. Today, she knew what she was crying about – unlike those times not so long ago when drops of clear liquid would come from her eyes and roll down her cheeks, and she wouldn’t know why or what they were…to her, they were just disembodied secretions. […]
Mrs. Reeder
I don’t think a lot about medical school – where I went, ambivalently (make that kicking and screaming), at the age of 32, but today, I am reminded of it. Yesterday, I was in the hospital, admitted for a planned medical procedure, an ablation of nodes of irregular activity in my heart that cause a […]
Gideru
July, 2024 I am on a rocky hilltop called Gideru in the Yaeda valley in Tanzania. Hamisi, my guide, is translating for me, and as the sun sets, I am talking with Gipo, Ai, Geriche, Loza, Mbuke and January…all from the Hadza hunter-gatherer tribe I have come to visit. I have wanted to be among […]