Boston is a mighty fine place to visit, if you don’t mind the weather–my trip to the Harvard Writer’s Conference this week started out with four straight days of freezing rain punctuated only by gusts of wind. But cold feet and wet shoes could not deter me and my daughter from our appointed rounds of… Continue reading It Helps to be Famous
Tag: Boston
Taking Back The Cat
Boston can be a cruel city, and not just because of the weather, although it is forty degrees, windy and raining right now. It is an expensive place to live and eat, the drivers are daunting, and everyone always seems to be in a hurry. A year ago I spend three anxious days here… Continue reading Taking Back The Cat
A Culture of Tenacity
It occurred to me yesterday evening as I walked off my flight from San Diego into Terminal C at Boston’s Logan Airport that I have done this before—landed at an East Coast hub two weeks after a major terrorist attack. On September 20, 2001, my daughter and I, not without some hesitation, boarded a flight… Continue reading A Culture of Tenacity
A Boston Story
Despite the recent hurricane, Boston is a city with many charms. If I had forgotten, a walk through Beacon Hill on Halloween was a great reminder—little ghosts and goblins everywhere and old brownstones decorated to the hilt. As I looked up at something protruding from a large bay window on Mt. Vernon Street, I realized… Continue reading A Boston Story
When I Was Young
I am in Boston, on the twenty sixth floor of the Copley Marriott Hotel, waiting out the storm. I have not been to ASTRO, my professional society meeting in three years. I passed when the meeting was in San Diego two years ago, and Miami last year so that I could come to Boston, because… Continue reading When I Was Young
Six Pounds of Hamburger
Six pounds of lean hamburger, two roasted chickens stripped to the bone, two pounds of green beans, a large steamed pot of brown rice, a couple of pounds of hard grated cheddar cheese and I am ready to go. You might think that I am laying in provisions for a trip to the wilds of… Continue reading Six Pounds of Hamburger
You Can’t Tell a Book
Apparently I am not the only one who has learned a few things from my patients. My husband surprised me and wrote this over the weekend, and I thought you might like to read it. “ I was a pulmonary physician at a Boston hospital when I first met Martin, a patient with advanced… Continue reading You Can’t Tell a Book