As I sat at my desk contemplating mankind’s fascination with mind altering substances a crisis occurred in a home on the other side of the city. My penchant for opiates and laudanum notwithstanding, it never fails to fascinate me how we as a species are willing to dance on the threshold of death’s doorway, bloodstream […]
Random post from the past that refuses to go quietly into the night… PTSD is not always caused by a traumatic experience, years of not addressing frustration, hopelessness and helplessness is a big part of it. We’re ready to leave the ER loading dock after dropping off a patient who was assaulted on Sunday. […]
Michael Morse I’m watching the news, and there it is, again and again: Firefighters, medics, and police putting shattered bodies and psyches of the people who survived the killings back together. Manchester, Orlando, London, San Bernardino, Paris, New York, Germany . . . . The people who survive the attacks live through the most horrific […]
Some of the most satisfying moments that I experienced while a member of the Providence (R.I.) Fire Department were the times that I spent connecting with kids on calls. Seeing their eyes light up when we arrived on scene, witnessing their fear transform to trust as the call progressed, holding them, carrying them and saving them […]
My book, City Life is a collection of short stories that are a perfect summer, beach read. Here’s one from the book; Fifteen Body language, facial expressions, a few common words spoken are usually enough. So young, I thought, holding my index finger and thumb as if holding a card. She reached into her purse […]