Commentary
As I learned firsthand over recent years, a critical component of this support must be sober living homes. These are the facilities that are meant to provide people with an opportunity to recover in a safe environment.
The night my mother had died I slept on the lawn in a sleeping bag under the stars. I woke the next day and felt the same emptiness.
A poem for winter.
As I approach the end of my third year of medical school, I’ve found myself pondering a terrifying question, “Am I going to be a good doctor?”
No, this is not a Valentine and you knew this was coming. It’s over. I’m leaving you, taking the noon ferry tomorrow. Let’s make it easy for each other. I’ll be on South Beach at dawn for our last goodbye.
This is the season that challenges, and this winter, from the Polar Vortex (that was a new one) to the back-to-back New England mix of snow and freezing rain, has really put us to the test.