PLEASE NOTE: BnB has 190 posts. I doubt you're going to rummage around in the basement of my blog, so I've decided to bring a handful of posts forward and mention why these are some of my favorites. Like: My Penned Invention of the Pen Invention (because I had fun writing it); or, The Start starring Wile … Continue reading I Reckon, It Was My Reckoning
Category: Career
My Moral Corruption
This post reveals, honestly, a 17 year friendship which devolved into obsessive, horrible, unreciprocated, and misinterpreted friendship with benefits and its eventual declension.
Kindness Serves the Souls of Strangers
"Be kind, for everyone you meet is fighting a hard battle." - Plato "Kindness is the language which the deaf can hear and the blind can see." - Mark Twain "Offer kindness without reward knowing that someone will return that which you offered another." - Henry Van Dyke "You cannot do a kindness too soon, for … Continue reading Kindness Serves the Souls of Strangers
Dusk Darkens Days; Night Neglects Nary One
I stopped living My Miracle of Life seven months ago when incantations permitted a glimpse beneath a crust delicate as early winter's creeping ice across a pond; peering deep and deeper still to the depth's of the mind's deep sea trenches only to chance upon a ghostly image, curdled, it confirmed a tiny grid lock whose ID hid … Continue reading Dusk Darkens Days; Night Neglects Nary One
A Comment Worth Mentioning
Dr. Culpepper writes in response to my recent post, "Thank You, Doctor." Dear Mr. Mulligan: Medicine is a calling and I suspect that you would have served beautifully in this profession. A real physician does not have a job as a doctor, he or she becomes a doctor. In the process of medical training, one … Continue reading A Comment Worth Mentioning
Thank You, Doctor . . .
There was a time, oh, not so long ago that friends Michelle and Peter and Nick would remember that I sat in a chair in a public forum and wept because I never became a doctor. Friends recommended nursing, but on my first day my instructor, wearing one of those origamitized hats mentioned the adjective caring … Continue reading Thank You, Doctor . . .
When I Was A Boy, A Doctor’s Insight Was Law
When I was a child and was literally dragged to Dr. What's-His-Face for an annual check-up (less a check-up and more a ritualistic cadence of tsk, tsk, tsk's) as he poked and kneaded and cold-handedly fiddled with my . . . which backs away from coldness . . . and shy's away from evaluation like … Continue reading When I Was A Boy, A Doctor’s Insight Was Law
