It is anchoring me to the book that's inside of me, yearning to spill onto a page, and it is sparking in me this desire to share the importance of narrative medicine.
Lately, I've been reading your stories been softly directed over bridges and through long corridors. Trapped for the night, the walls of the Red Room are hidden in darkness, we reach for the match again and again. I want to... Continue Reading →
Cat Over Clock 