7/23/2020 An explosive flash of light illuminates the room, jolting me from the restorative phase of a long-awaited sleep. In the depths of the darkness of the night, the bedroom is as if on fire. The clinical differential would include an acute cerebrovascular event or a novel seizure, neither prognostically reassuring. I lie in the stillness, cold-sweating, until pulse and orientation are considered stable. I leave the bed, walk into the great room, gaze out into the dark stillness and settle into the iconic chair, the epitome of personal space and comfort. The time is 2:10 a.m.
6/22/2020 Solo practitioners have been further isolated during COVID-19
5/28/2020 Reflections on fly fishing and retirement
5/12/2020 How and why I cautiously reopened my clinic at the beginning of May
4/22/2020 Reflecting on the new ways we're trying to connect when circumstances force us apart
4/13/2020 Even if we manage to correct our mistakes in managing this pandemic, we're in this for the long haul
3/18/2020 We are unexpectantly travelling today. We have been unceremoniously thrust into an earlier-than-scheduled departure from Palm Springs out of necessity, which some would translate as survival.
2/10/2020 Finding my dad's will gave me pause to reflect on his life and mortality, as well as my own
1/2/2020 The only sounds you hear in the backcountry trails is the crunching of frozen snow under foot, the carotid pulsations transmitted to your ears and the occasional squawk of the blue jays, scavenging for naturally strewn seeds.
