I was 3 when my maternal grandfather died, 40 years ago today. My only memory of Frank H.J. Figge is of him making me laugh. Thanks to M.J. Tooey, my community colleague at the University of Maryland, Baltimore, I learned that his “happy chuckle” was a hallmark, along with his “true research brain.” My mother, […]
beauty and wonder
The following essay appeared in The Washington Post magazine in a column that asks: “So much is contained in such small things. What holds meaning for you?” I wrote it as a tribute to my father’s resilience, which I hope to pass down to my sons: I was 24 and still called Susy when my […]
One of my hosts for Salud 2.0 Euskadi, Gonzalo Bacigalupe, in our jackets painted by Regina Holliday, in front of the Guggenheim Museum. Yes, it was that beautiful. Every day.
One of my favorite structures in Bilbao is the Campo Volantin footbridge, designed by Santiago Calatrava. I went out of my way to walk over it many times while I was visiting that beautiful city. Approaching it was a visual treat and there were always musicians playing on it, an aural treat. But once you […]
This poem captures how I feel about being online sometimes, the immediacy and intimacy of a shared moment with unseen people. So, here it is, you fellow people who share: Eastern Standard Time By Billy Collins Poetry speaks to all people, it is said, but here I would like to address only those in my […]