I’ve always thought she was lying to me. Those polite lies that the people who love you tell you, like “No, honey, you’re not getting fat” or “I don’t mind that you’re losing your hair” or “Sure, I’d love to watch Tombstone again for the fourth time.”

“Doc, I think they listen to you. It resonates because, for the most part, we don’t have anyone who will really talk TO us about this stuff . . . especially in how you go about it. It hit home, you can tell.”

She was going to die, that was evident.

Being involved in the whole interview process can be daunting.

I liked him immediately when I first met him. I can’t explain why.

“No, that's not monkeypox, that’s poison ivy.”

The prisoner section of the old Wishard Hospital used to be this small window into a world few of us got to see outside of TV crime dramas.

I got a call from a hospital “leader” some years back.

The best job in the world might just be that of a guide.

Covid-19 was a dry run . . . It was kind of a fire drill for what has yet to come, and the truth is we still aren’t ready.