My father read poems to us children in the evenings after work. My mother was always impressed by the “bon mot,” the clever remark or pun. Words and word play have always been important to me in at least a subliminal way. Back-burnered through college at Yale, Medical School and Orthopedic Residency at the University of Virginia, and Hand Fellowship at the Campbell Clinic, the urge to write surfaced at emotionally vibrant times.
I am a retired orthopedic surgeon, enjoying returning to writing poetry. For many years, I thought that I had a writer hidden in me. It has been a pleasure experimenting with the emergence of my creative connections.