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Horace’s Final Five

We don’t read and write poetry because it’s cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. Medicine, law, business, engineering. These are noble pursuits, necessary to sustain life. But...

Melanie’s Eulogy

If it were done when ’tis done, then ’twere well It were done quickly… Macbeth Macbeth was a villain, but he was right about that… We’d known it was coming for months. She was getting weaker all the time. She was just plain old. There was...

Two Moments: Clara’s Father

Clara was not quite 5 that day in 1954 while she sat in her bedroom playing with her doll. The sun was shining happily through her windows, and she was singing to herself about a very small spider and a water spout. At first, she was oblivious to the yelling outside....

The Meaning of My Life

There are more things in Heaven and Earth, Horatio, than are dreamt of in our philosophy.” Hamlet Act 1, Scene 5 Yesterday, not for anything close to the first time, I should have died. I woke up to find a strange woman standing over me while I was lying in bed. She...

The End of Minutes

I don’t fear Death. To be clear, I make no claims to being a brave man. I don’t believe I am. I have a deep fear of pain, and people scare the hell out of me. But Death… not so much. I don’t believe this means there’s anything wrong with...