The Good Doctors

In the opening days of 2006, my daughter came down with what my ex-husband and I assumed to be a cold. We quickly discovered how wrong we were, but thanks to a team of skilled doctors crisis were averted. In this post, I detail that experience and my bewilderment with the widespread enmity now shown to the medical establishment.

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Goodbye

It is late August 1994. I’m in the Commons (cafeteria) at Franklin High School, waiting to get my ASB card. As a socially awkward incoming freshman I’m uncomfortable, my nervousness exacerbated by the fact that my ace wasn’t next to me. Too shy to speak with the packs of girls roaming about, I avoided eye contact with most. You were in front of me in line, head crowned with a halo of smoky black curls, richly hued cinnamon skin glowing…

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