why rheumatology and, um, death?

I thought after all this coronavirus stuff, we needed a light break. As is often the case these days, this one was inspired by my high school English teacher Mrs. Pharriss. Towards the end of a long e-mail, she asked me: “Did you have to deal with deaths of patients very often during your medicalContinue reading “why rheumatology and, um, death?”

a letter to my English teacher

I had 3 or 4 English teachers in high school.  I don’t remember who taught freshman English and only remember Mrs. Price, who replaced Mrs. Joyce Ann Pharriss after she moved to California in the middle of my senior year, by consulting my 1970 Barker.  Sophomore year brought Mrs. Grace Molineaux, a force of natureContinue reading “a letter to my English teacher”