Interpretation Guide: I wrote this many years ago. I don't remember what the imagery and metaphor were meant to convey, but coming back and reading it with fresh eyes, I…
After I graduated high school, depression crept up on me like the heat in a slowly boiling pot. It was almost imperceptible at first. You know what they say, "a…
I was browsing Facebook last night when I came across a post in the "Salem MO Neighbor to Neighbor" group that piqued my interest. It was quite informative to read…
Personal Note: I originally wrote this after the death of my great grandfather in August of 2014. In 2020, the August air can represent so much more. Let me know…
By Zachary Moser, Pharm.D., BCPS (Board Certified Pharmacotherapy Specialist) Is it Hydroxychloroquine? Face coverings? Herd Immunity? Nuclear Winter? We will explore the options in this article. The Basics - What…
A younger me, how naïve,And long since dead and gone,Stepped in to fill some worn out shoes,With a hope to make them new. For a while, by inch and mileI…
We see the world through clouded glass, a prescription not prescribed. Glass that often shows you not what's really on the other side. Instead you see your own two eyes,…
On this third day of existence of this nascent blog, I had intended to write something pharmacy related. Perhaps I would weigh in on hydroxychloroquine, or the COVID vaccines, or…
Head on the concrete like glass on the floor. Shattered pieces show a reflection from each. Every blood drop shed on the newly jagged edges, shows a different image of that glass…