I am often asked how and why I became an activist on behalf of human exceptionalism. I sure never planned it! Nor, when I began this work, was I aware of the depth and scope of the issues in which I would one day engage.
My path to posting this blog entry began with the suicide of my friend, Frances, in 1992. The current edition of my podcast Brave New Bioethics tells the story.
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