When my kids were small, one of their favorite books was by P.D. Eastman. Written in 1961 and entitled, “Go Dogs Go”, it was the story of a great migration of dogs, some in cars, some in buses, some on foot, some wearing pretty hats, and some not. Where were all those dogs going? You… Continue reading We’re Going to a Dog Party!
When we bought it fifteen years ago, the realtor kindly referred to our home as having a lot of “deferred maintenance.” In Southern California speak, this meant, “Honey, it’s a tear down.” We didn’t care. The house is on three acres of land, ten minutes from the beach—absolutely perfect for three rambunctious children, the four… Continue reading I Am Gullible
This morning I had the opportunity to speak about radiation oncology before a group of high school girls in a program called BeWISE, which stands for Be a Woman In Science and Engineering. The organizer of this morning’s seminar had purposely chosen an all- woman faculty, so that the students would get an opportunity to… Continue reading There’s Hope For The Rest of Us
If you’ve been following this blog for a while, you’ve probably figured out that my father is one tough old bird. He was my grandmother’s first born son, and was yanked forcibly from his mother’s womb a month prematurely via a forceps delivery after her water broke. As a result, his left brachial plexus was… Continue reading The Adventures of Dad, Continued
They say that cats have nine lives. If ever that saying was true, it applies to our Timmy Tom who started his ninth today. Thomas will be eighteen years old in September, and a week ago I thought he was a goner. In truth, when I look back, his eighth life started about a year… Continue reading The Ninth Life
In early May, I was lucky enough to receive an invitation to see a production of “The Tempest”, by the Hobart Shakespeareans, a fifth grade class led by renowned elementary school teacher Rafe Esquith. The production was scored, lit, set and acted by inner city ten year olds who, lacking funds for elaborate Elizabethan garb,… Continue reading Why Doctors Should Be English Majors