You're 45 minutes past closing time, squinting at your seventh incomplete note while dinner gets cold at home. Sound familiar? Clinical documentation has become the weight that drags down passionate ...

One recent Saturday morning, Doreen Tome nearly aspirated mid-sip on her Arabica latte as she observed several dozen robins tweeting, churring and gorging themselves on crabapples still hanging on ...

I recently read a poem by Robert Binyon, written early in World War I, innocently and somewhat jingoistically, before the mass slaughter began. Two lines struck me: We step from days of sour division ...