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The 10 Most Important Things You Need to Know About Your Thyroid Gland

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Hope you enjoyed the program.

Cheers, peter
:)

Peter Hogenkamp is a practicing physician, public speaker and author living in Rutland, Vermont. Peter's writing credits include The Intern, coming in 2019 from TouchPoint Press; ABSOLUTION, the first book of The Jesuit thriller series, which was a finalist for the 2019 Killer Nashville Claymore award; and THE LAZARUS MANUSCRIPT, a stand-alone medical thriller;Peter can be found on his Author Website as well as his personalblog, PeterHogenkampWrites, where he writes about most anything. Peter is the founder and editor of The Book Stops Herethe literary blog for readers and writers written by authors, editors, agents, publishers and poets. Peter is the creator, producer and host of Your Health Matters, a health information program, which airs on cable television, streams on YouTube and sounds off on podcast. Peter tweets--against the wishes of his wife and four children--at @phogenkampvt and @theprosecons. Peter can be reached at pet…

Why I Write, Part II: Writing and the Discovey of Self

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I’d just settled into my seat when she sat down, the same lady who’d sat next to me on the same flight exactly one year ago. It had to be her; the pince nez glasses, the narrow, pinched face, the slightly blue tint to her tight perm. I grabbed desperately at the in-flight magazine to shield my face, but it was too late. She recognized me.
“You, eh...”
Her tone implied I had stolen her recipe for homemade ginger snaps, tromped on her parent’s grave or kidnapped her favorite cat.
“Yes, it’s me.”
She slid into the open seat next to me, depositing the world’s largest purse on the floor in front of me.
“You don’t mind, do you?”
I minded, but my head shook of its volition and she patted me on the shoulder.
“I just don’t like anything near my feet... in case we have to make an emergency landing.” (But it was okay with her if got tangled up and burned in the wreckage.) “You’re the writer, aren’t you?”
With no other recourse, I nodded, confirming it. Her lips curdled into a sneer. “The unpublished o…