Imagine a world where no birds sing…ever! One of the most joyless images I know is a repeated line in a poem by John Keats, La Belle Dame Sans Merci: “The sedge has withered from the lake, and no birds sing.” It conjures a bleak, lifeless, silent
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(Latin: doceō, I teach) I learned in medical school that the word, doctor, comes from the Latin word for teacher. I hold that thought closely... read more
These are articles I wrote while in private practice in the early 2000’s. These many years later, I still have folks who ask for links, so I’ve kept them active... read more
