From Brighton Beach to Coney Island, I'm visiting someone else's childhood. The dusty buildings of dreaming bricks, within reach of memories rattling in every wooden beam. A thunder of footsteps or the subway or the rollercoasters, and quiet anonymity in the crowd's embrace and the breeze on the wide sand; each detail is coming into focus or ( Read more... )

I suppose it has been a while, once again ( Read more... )

It has been perhaps the longest gap since I started this journal ( Read more... )

Today is graduation from residency ( Read more... )

I intended to just record a short note about a really incredible opportunity that I had over the past month to care for an unusual patient ( Read more... )

Good morning ( Read more... )

It's quite cold out there today ( Read more... )

"Careful", they said, as I walked through the first snow ( Read more... )

At this moment, the sun is obscured by the moon. This is obviously a rare and special event. A pop-up summer storm obstructed my view from the area near the entry to my building at the hospital ( Read more... )

The third year of residency has begun ( Read more... )