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Open Heart Surgery

Yesterday was a dreary day, the skip work and curl up on the couch with a tattered copy of War and Peace and a steaming mug of tea kind of day.  There is no skipping work for funsies when one … Continue reading

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Why I Write Love Letters (NaBloPoMo Day 10/30)

It is just past the halfway mark for National Blog Posting Month (NaBloPoMo) and 30 consecutive days of writing and blogging.  I’m batting 0.625 at this point.  Not great, but I’ll take it.  I thought it would be hard to … Continue reading

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The Writing Life (NaBloPoMo Day 9/30)

Well, it didn’t take long for me to fall behind on the daily writing goal.  But that’s only because I’ve been so busy collecting lovely tidbits to write about – ahem. Today I attended the annual meeting of a local … Continue reading

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We Are Humans (NaBloPoMo Day 5/30)

There is a book club organized by attending physicians in my department and tonight I attended for the first time.  I had never participated in a book club  before, but I had read the book (80% of it anyway), and … Continue reading

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NaBloPoMo — Go

NaBloPoMo.  It sounds like alphabet soup.  No wait, that’s the name of my future cancer ass-kicking kid musical – but more on that later.  NaBloMoPo.  It sounds like something I  would coo at a wee patient wearing one of those … Continue reading

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Heart To Heart

I have a heart; it’s the only one I got. Sometimes my heart is happy, sometimes my heart is sad.  Too often, it is hiding in a place I can’t access, perhaps in a tiny forgotten crevasse along one of … Continue reading

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Travel Day

I used to be an asshole.  An airport asshole, to be precise. I was always a polite asshole, the kind that overanalyzed everything but never made a scene.  Yesterday I traveled from Charlottesville to Nashville via Atlanta and my asshole-ness … Continue reading

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