At a fork in the road I read two books. I have tried to live by the more popular one, Its maxims became a guiding light in my life. For example, “It is only with the heart that one can see clearly. What is important is invisible to the eye.” The other book was I read it, and even play

Before I entered medical school, I did my Health Administration Master’s Thesis on the time commitments expected of doctors. I killed two birds with one stone: I got a good grade, and I dispelled my reservations about a profession I had started to view as too fuddy-duddy and rigid for

I had no training in nutrition in medical school 1980-1984. Things have not improved since then. While it is great news that a web site has been created by doctors to advise patients on nutrition, it strikes me as Tubby telling Little Lulu how to eat. For example, the site claims that

When I was a child, I was addicted to Coca Cola. I loved those little black bottles. I would sit at my dad’s bistro, get a sandwich or a crêpe, and read the newspaper, a comic book, or study the wallpaper Paris map he had. When rumors began to surface that Coca Cola and all sodas were