Tag Archives: Lin-Manuel Miranda

Who Tells Your Story

When I travel around New England to speak at Schwartz Rounds in dozens of hospitals,  I usually mention that Jim would have told his own story far differently than I.  Although it was never his choice to leave us, I … Continue reading

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A Beat With No Melody

    “…love’s not the song, but after— like the mute, remembered chorus of the rain      that stains the walk long after falling, or the lifeless stalk      still hoisting its head of grain.”   Winter haltingly segues into spring, the … Continue reading

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