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 […]