Marilyn McEntyre
Twain’s sorrows
Getting ready to go
she said her mother was waiting
could I take her there she was
waiting and would worry she asked
how my mother was and I said...
Russian heart
The opening lines of Dostoevsky's Notes from the Underground (1864) can hardly be described as inviting: "I am a sick man. . . . I am a spiteful man. I am an unattractive man....
Biology: Course review
If you forget what axons do,
or how a virus invades a cell,
remember this—
that light becomes food.
That the seasons rhyme,...
The Ugly Laws: Disability in Public
When I first moved to one of California’s beautiful seaside cities, a friend from a less self-consciously glamorous part of the country asked ...
Gerard Manley Hopkins: A Life
In his sonnet “On His Blindness” Milton laments the loss that impedes “that one talent which is death to hide,” now “lodged with me, useless, though...
Much Madness Is Divinest Sense: Wisdom in Memoirs of Soul-Suffering
Ignorance is the opposite of love,” writes the father of a young man with schizophrenia, reflecting on his eff...
Power line: Learning to pray
One Hundred Days, by David Biro
Being sick is more complicated than it used to be. Medical technologies that offer new hope also lead to a bewildering thicket of options....