Stitches in Time: From Samplers to Surgery My daughter strolls into the kitchen, AirPods akimbo as she listens to a call, a stethoscope wagging around her neck. A OB-GYN in her second year of residency, she beelines for the refrigerator like a child home from school. …

Diminuendo After 180 days of quarantine, I abandoned the quotidian responsibilities of my life (a marriage, a job, a dog, two grown children and a house) and returned to my New England hometown. My mother lives in a lovely retirement Village, where we’d celebrated her 90th birthday with a family…

Get Up and Do it Again For weeks last summer, I woke up around 2:00 am with the same song running through my head. It was Jackson Browne singing The Pretender. Coming to consciousness, I heard: “When the morning light comes streaming in, I’ll get up and do it again.”…