L. S. Dugdale

On this, the darkest day of the year, may we be confident that the light will soon begin to increase. Continue Reading »

At first, I didn’t notice the sirens. As a medical doctor, I’d grown used to electronic distress calls. Besides, I live in New York City. Ambulance whines and taxi horns are the treble and tenor lines of urban music. My eight-year-old pointed them out. “Coronavirus,” she said, as an . . . . Continue Reading »

Every day at the hospital, I encounter ordinary heroes.  Continue Reading »

COVID-19 should change the way we think about our mortality.  Continue Reading »