On a gloomy day last May, my husband and I stood in historic Rockefeller Chapel on the campus of the University of Chicago and recited the Hippocratic oath along with our son as he began his career in medicine. Looking at all the shining faces – some proud, others scared, relieved, or bored – I realized that after twenty-five years in the clinical practice, it was time for a new beginning. Medicine, and in particular emergency medicine, belongs to the young: those still idealistic and optimistic. The one thing I still truly loved in medicine was teaching, but that was difficult to do outside of an academic setting. So I began to explore my other interests, looking for a new way to practice.
And so, I plan on attending grad school this fall to work on my creative non-fiction. As my husband would say - "There's a book in that!"
Not this book, though. This is a throwback to my life before medicine, when I would wake up an hour early to read fiction before going to school. Its place is in your lap when you're curled up with a blanket and hot tea, or sitting on a beach with the breeze cooling your face. I hope you find it relaxing and fun!