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Liquid Courage

New England daffodils do not do well in storms. Rain seeps in and they seem to give up, becoming one with the the weight of it. Pale  yellows dissolve into cadaverous shades of early frostbite.  Tea-tinged white turns translucent and … Continue reading

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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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