Having been raised for the first five years of my life by my Quaker grandmother, going to public school was a significant change for me. For twelve years, I received a very secular and homogenized education, especially regarding issues of faith and our country’s history. When my father returned from the Korean War, my family […]
God of our fathers, known of old,Lord of our far-flung battle line,Beneath whose awful hand we holdDominion over palm and pine —Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet,Lest we forget—lest we forget! — “Recessional” by Rudyard Kipling For several years now I have prayed for a leader for our country who loves God and […]
Growing up I had trouble learning to write. Dyslexia is a gift and a curse. My Quaker grandmother came to the rescue with a discipline that many people today have never heard about. She gave me a “Copy Book” when I was still in kindergarten and insisted that I write in it every day. My […]
In November of 2002, I sat down in the ICU at St. Al’s after a long night of operating and trauma call. I tried to read one of my “op Notes” from a surgery that I had done about 5 hours earlier. Though I dictated the note, the grammar, syntax, disjointed paragraphs, and sentences were […]