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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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Spring Forward, Fall Back Down

  “Spring forward, fall back down…” I know, I know: it couldn’t be much more wintry in New England. It’s a balmy -6 degrees, enhanced by an order of magnitude for those who dally with windchill.  Boston had its highest … Continue reading

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A Ghostly Galleon’s Glow

When the sky is cloudless, the sun begins to peek above the tree line and lights the  sculpted monochromatic red-brown forms as if they were candles.  They glow with fire.  A strand of spiderweb makes itself known only by razor-edged … Continue reading

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Layered Gold

  It is only in the high 90s. The 11th Century fort on the hill to our left glows bright copper in afternoon’s high sun. The desert city is layered gold. Mottled cream and caramel cows and goats neither yield … Continue reading

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