broken

Today is Thursday. A year has passed. Then. Now. Exactly one year ago today, I was sitting on our couch, watched by a trooper as the state police executed a search warrant on our house. I was a little chilly – our furnace had broken down the days earlier – and I really had to…

I have a total love/hate relationship with Facebook’s “Memories” function. On one hand, it’s fun for me to see some of the things I’ve posted over the last ten years, usually involving some of my more colorful patients. On the other hand, sometimes a post can immediately bring me right back to something I don’t…