EpidemioLogical

Clark is convinced his daughter’s teacher may be more than he seems, especially after learning his complicated surname.

Remembering two childhood friends with developmental delays, I reflect on kindness, regret, and the lessons my parents taught me.

Twenty years ago, I picked up The Girl for coffee and books.

I don’t know, folks.

The year is 1998, and I’m beginning the first year of the medical technology program at UT El Paso.

A somber movie about an aging Robin Hood turns into a meditation on the stories we tell about who we really are.

In which I wonder what's going to happen as more and more people adopt AI.

I drafted this entire blog post on my Retroid Pocket Flip 2, a compact Android handheld that fits in my pocket.

I reflect on how the past shapes who we are, inspired by short stories I've been writing about a time-traveling daughter.

I was invited to a law symposium at the St.

In a podcast interview, I heard the Secretary of Health and Human Services share his past substance use, provoking mixed reactions.

I was invited to a public health chat about public health, vaccines, all that good stuff… And it felt more like a therapy session.