It was
2015 by the time I sat down to write the book that would eventually become my
first published novel (The Intern, TouchPoint Press, April 13, 2020) a solid
twenty years after meeting the twelve-year-old boy who inspired me to write his
story. Maya Angelou said that “people will forget what you said, people will
forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel,” and
she was dead on, because I can’t remember many of the things he said and did,
but I can remember, with complete and absolute clarity, the way he made me
feel, the punched-in-the-gut feeling that has stayed with me all these years.
It was
the spring of my internship, April, 1994, and the skies in Syracuse, New York
were leaden and grey, doing nothing to improve my mood which had become dour
with the long hours, lack of sleep and the never-ending scutwork. I was on
Pediatric call for the weekend, meaning that the never-ending scutwork had now
been multiplied by four, and I’d just gotten over a sto…
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