Volume 3; Issue 2
When I think of the contributions in this issue, the thought that comes to mind is reflection. The written pieces tell stories of life moving forward and stories reflecting on life past; stories of pain and suffering and of letting go of too much too soon; the reflection of the life of a beloved parent, an addict, and those contemplating retirement—even a story of the serendipity of the unexpected desire for a shot of tequila.
The visual art pieces highlight the hands of a surgeon, the hands of an athlete, and the "hands" of an eagle; a shoulder series, and an inviting autumn day.
—Max McMillen, ELS
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Seven to eight years is what the average physician lives after retirement. A colleague of mine (who since feigns amnesia)…
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As I sit here and contemplate the unusual gold/bronze sheen of the palm-encrusted Kaiser Permanente LA triathlon “finisher” medal, I…
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Shoulder fracture in a 12 year old. Xrays taken at injury, 6 weeks, 12 weeks, and 12 months. Note the remodeling (straightening)…
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Jack Benny is on the radio. The hilarious laughter of the comedian’s audience wraps my family in uncommon intimacy. We…
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Deep down, buried beneath the armorof skin and flesh and bones,sitting behind the practiced smile that is not really a smile…
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This winter I traveled to Japan and the northern island of Hokkaido. It was quite an adventure. I photographed Steller Sea…
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He is a slave to the yearningthat has become his life.Hard cords wind up his arm,toxic tributaries running to the…
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I craved a shot of tequila as I left the diner; I just didn’t know why. I had a sudden…
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Queer things come ere it’s o’er and done, and a life is deemed a success.And I’m far from old, the…
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An Olympic athlete diligently prepares his hands for a routine on the “Rings.” This photograph was taken at the Olympic…
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The wound was deepa gaping hole across the landscape of his heart.He tried to fill it with words,but they came tumbling…
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In the hospital courtyard at midnight, I grimly led the Cumparsita,With Ivy Pole and vin Christine, Determined at the next milonga*, I’d hold…
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I am a surgeon. Not an hour of the day goes by that that fact is not stated and emphasized,…
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The scalpel (from the Latin, scalprum, a tool for scraping or paring) has served as the key to unlock the…
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Dear Sir With my chisel I removed the petrousportion of your temporal bone to discover the tiny, majestic malleus attachedto the…
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