personal analyses of medicine, violence, faith

  • As If They Were Jesus

    “Let me love them with Your love, let me reflect Jesus to them…” I catch myself praying such prayers quite often – about my friends, family, church, patients, neighbors – I want to love with the love of Christ, to serve with His humility, and to touch with His healing. I image my love flowing…

  • Valentines and the Valley of Dry Bones

    Sunday, February 10th “Wait, you live there?” he asked, a little incredulous. “Yes…” “Do you know what kind of area that is?” “Yes,” I repeated myself, trying to suppress a smile. “It is… dangerous.” I stopped smiling. His expression became sharper. “Do you have kids?” “Um, no.” “Are you married?” “Um, no.” “Oh, okay. You’re…

  • Snowflakes, Shootings, and Sex Offenders

    Last year, Parenting Magazine gave our small city of Wilmington, Delaware a rating as the Number 1 worst place to raise your children: A short drive from South Philly and Camden and midway between New York and Washington, Wilmington managed to snag the number one spot on our list for highest rate of violent crimes…

  • Never Normal

    I got up before the alarm yesterday even though my sleep was fitful and restless.  Though it was hard for me to know for sure, I was fairly certain that a series of gunshots had woken me up in the middle of the night, and that what had followed was a series of nightmares about…

  • Search Me, oh God of Angel Armies

    I was shocked to see a fresh layer of snow on the car.  Already struggling with the bitingly cold temperature and running a few minutes late, I held an apple between my teeth and stepped out my front door.   The street lay quiet and clean in the snow, and was relatively empty save for…

  • The Pursuit of Suffering [redux]

    [Originally published in 2008.  Today marks Sonia’s 29th birthday.  Happy birthday, Sonia; we still miss you.] I watched the grainy, blocky video in silence. My friend was singing “Landslide” and I felt a certain tautness in my eyebrows and a peculiar heaviness in the corners of my mouth. By now it had become a familiar…