Socio-Medical Trainwrecks

I don’t know if the term “socio-medical” even exists. But it felt like every single pathology I dealt with today was a social problem. Ulcer, exercerbated by no medications (damn pre-authorization!), and no food. In an unstable housing situation, with limited transportation. And serious medical issues taken lightly by a local hospital. My diagnoses: Unstable…

Grapes for the Picking

Orpheus Wines

One of my friends from medical school married a chemist who dreamed of becoming a vintner.  Calling themselves the visioneer and the winemaker, they partnered with an artist to launch their label: Orpheus Wines. In October, I visited Sonoma Valley for the first time, and attended their harvest party. In the morning, we picked grapes,…