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I now work as the Editorial Director at the Cardiovascular Research Foundation and managing editor at TCTMD.com. Links to some of my medical journalism below, although the bulk of my time is spent assigning and editing.
Most of my short fiction and lyrical nonfiction (decidedly non-journalistic) has been published in print-only literary journals, although some of these works are online and a few have audio files.
“Yesterday is not ours to recover, but tomorrow is ours to win or lose.” – Lyndon B. Johnson
Narcissism, busyness, boobs, grief, piano-playing, childlessness, social media, work wear, Olympic hopes, reinvention, unproductivity–I’ve squawked about all of this, and more.
Lots of travel, still, but not as much time for writing about and selling it. My blog holds most of my travel writing now; my older clippings are mostly old-school news print made into PDFs.
Kayaking, skate-skiing, open-water swimming, rock-climbing, mountain-biking: I do lots of fun things outdoors and people have occasionally paid me to write about it.
For S.P. on the occasion of her half-centennial.
The jolt and hum of the train, the green hills smudging past and, across the aisle, my nieces—two coltish girls on the thorny cusp of womanhood.
Three times in as many weeks: hail. Pearly gemstones plinking down, making a spectacle of themselves, just when we all thought the day might clear.
When the shaking started, I was deep, deep down—cocooned in a dream that was yanked away from me when terror plunged its greedy hand into my sleep and hauled me spluttering towards the surface.
It’s true, I’m employed again.
Years ago Dad bought a 1986 right-hand drive Land Rover Defender, named her Matilda, and sawed her in half.