Tomorrow morning we fly to New Hampshire. Saturday we spend the day looking for a house. I am scared to death.  There are a lot of things about this next stage of life that frighten me.  I can admit that.  Moving to an entirely new place, being an actual doctor, that first night of call when I am the one in charge of 70 patients, the first patient who dies on my watch. But right now, I am most terrified of the prospect of buying a house.  We have been renting for...

I just finished writing my (rather lengthy) "analysis" of "A Twist of Fate". I love this album. But why did I spend a little bit every day for the past week coming up with something to write about it? Especially considering it is long enough (and perhaps an obscure enough artist) that I doubt many will even read the full article, or comment. Because it helped me I suppose. In thinking through things critically enough to write such a verbose article I really began to internalize the mu...