I have changed the way I read. I take a semi-sharpened No. 2 pencil to underline choice words and phrases and scrawl comments in margins. Before this year, I would never.
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Now I scrawl. Wantonly. … More Gap Year, Week 47
Reindeer began nibbling the grass in our neighborhood just after Labor day. … More Gap Year, Week 46
All leaps require a little faith. … More Gap Year, Week 39
Now a change is upon us. … More Gap year, week 32
…it felt like a request to join the US synchronized swimming team for a few minutes in the deep end. I’m holding my breath. … More Gap year, Week 31
Technically, still week 28, by a day. The 12-month gap, to bring any newcomers up to speed, spans from January 2024, when I was employed as a clinical geneticist, to January 2025 when I hope to be a writer, thought not yet daring to be employed. This blog is my opinionated memoir of the descent … More Gap Year, week twenty something
Happy 4th of July. I lift my cup of cool pink lemonade and offer a toast: To freedom. And the character to preserve it. … More Gap Year. Week 27.
Now we wait. … More Gap Year, Week 26
Very close to the summer solstice and half way through my one-year voyage between a full-time clinical genetics practice and something to do with writing. These Gap Year posts are my secret diary (OK, not secret secret). Writers seem to be in their meeting season, though that may well be a year-long pastime. Recently I … More Gap Year: Week 24
“Dost thou think, because thou art virtuous, there shall be no more cakes and ale?”
… More Gap Year, Week 22
Scott D. McLean, MD 