I have spent years of my life trying to come to terms with on-call sleep deprivation. Read More

I felt uncomfortable packing the book and uncomfortable leaving it behind. Read More

My father was leaving the lecture hall when he stepped out of the doorway and a snowball—or more accurately, an ice ball—came hurling from the side and hit him directly across his open eye. Read More

So proud you are all contributing members of society. Read More

The plan was to recruit male volunteers to be “sold”, for a term of some hours, at a “slave auction”.  It was 1967, in the middle of civil rights protests. Read More

The Muslim staff that worked in our house protected the gardener and his Hindu family, temporary refugees in their own land. Read More

My whole world lies waiting Read More

We could hear dull, throaty roars in the distance.  We were more than happy, thank you very much Mr. Guard, to be accompanied across the field.  Would they be willing to have us take their picture the next day, once there was light, if we gave them a copy?  Indeed, they would. Read More

It was a dark and stormy night. Suddenly, a light of hope. Read More

“What happened?” The woman in charge of Introduction to Clinical Medicine seemed concerned.  I had failed the course’s written exam.  “I don’t know.”  And really, I didn’t.  I had never failed an exam. We second-year medical students had been farmed out in small groups to assorted ophthalmologists and ENT physicians in practice to learn eye… Read More