Travelers

How shall I know, unless I go to Cairo or Cathay, Whether or not this blessed spot is blessed in every way? Now it may be, the flower for me is beneath my nose; How shall I tell, unless I smell The Carthaginian rose? — Edna St. Vincent Millay   By Dr. Jim...

Anchors

For tho’ from out our Time and Place, The flood may bear me far, I hope to see my Pilot face to face, When I have crost the bar. —Alfred Lord Tennyson By Dr. Jim Ferguson You may find it strange, but I begin this Memorial Day essay reflecting on poetry, especially...

Rage

By Dr. Jim Ferguson Do not go gentle into that good night. Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Dylan Thomas   When you lose that trust it changes the institution fundamentally. It’s like an infidelity that you can explain it, but you can’t undo it....

What Happened?

Our days may come to seventy years, or eighty, if our strength endures. The Psalmist By Dr. Jim Ferguson As I begin this essay on my seventy-first birthday, I wonder, “What happened?” It doesn’t seem so long ago that I retired from traditional medical practice, my...

Cui Bono

We hang petty thieves and appoint the great ones to public office. ~ Aesop By Dr. Jim Ferguson We are connected like never before. As I sat down to begin this essay I got a call from Betty’s Beauty Bar in Lansing, Ohio. Perhaps it was election day confusion because I...

Red Pill or Blue Pill

To have a good marriage is luck. To have a great marriage requires hard work. Becky Venable Ferguson Two are better than one… Though one may be overpowered, two can defend themselves. A cord of three strands is not easily broken. Ecclesiastes 4: 9, 12 By Dr. Jim...