Drugs: War on Poverty

I've been traveling for about twenty hours when I climb out of the metro train. So at first I think I'm daydreaming when a man offers me Oxycodone on the street corner. I politely decline and keep walking. Then I notice a woman on the ground smoking from a crack pipe. I try not to... Continue Reading →

Aircraft Medicine

I've purposefully not named routes, companies or people involved here. I've also tried to keep my level of detailed description to a minimum. This is to protect the dignity and confidentiality of all involved. In Five Feet Apart, love cannot be expressed by human touch. In this heart-wrenching and unflinching portrayal, two Cystic Fibrosis patients... Continue Reading →

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