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On January 27th each year, a streetcar makes its way around Warsaw, the Polish capital.

It was like a scene out of Poe’s “The Telltale Heart.” The ringing seemed to come from a pile of boxes stashed at the front door of our place in Washington, D.C.

Remembering a family member and teacher….

There are rashes of it cooking in the morning, and the smell fills the little parking lot of the church where I spend my Saturday mornings. Yes, it’s definitely the bacon.

The Writers in Paradise had already been supporting and encouraging each other for about two years when a 2020 COVID-19 lockdown brought them a need to find inspiration.

“When someone dies, God puts a new star in the sky,” my mother said.

Family docs have a way of aging with their patients.

Once, when he was little and we were driving somewhere, my son took my right hand from where it was perched on the console, and held on to my middle finger like it was some kind of anchor.

A thousand words they say.

In the mid-80’s, we received a grant to study the effect of continuing education courses on the performance of doctors, developing what we thought was an innovative concept.