by Steve Rogoff | Nov 17, 2021 | New Medicine, Uncategorized
“If my baby’s meant to die, that’s what God would want.” “I understand,” I told the young woman, the new mom, the little girl I’d known since the days the toys inside the treasure chest could make her smile. “But it’s not as simple as that.” “I don’t want...
by Steve Rogoff | Jul 3, 2020 | New Medicine
A blank screen as a post? A cardboard sign with three letters? Maybe I could hold it up at a rally? March through the streets and let someone else chants the words? Or perhaps there’s a story? One that speaks of the injustice still inside us, the villainy that...
by Steve Rogoff | May 31, 2020 | New Medicine
I think my drummer has Asperger’s. Don’t get me wrong. I love the man. It wouldn’t be too far a stretch, in fact, to call him one of my best friends. But in a contingent sort of way. Like the way I call my wife the...
by Steve Rogoff | Apr 27, 2020 | New Medicine
Three days of silence. The world set to mute. It happened so fast. On the heels of so much else. That’s how I knew. But still, how to tell him? This man here for hope. This man that was going...
by Steve Rogoff | Apr 2, 2020 | New Medicine
Nelson makes the best stir fry. I remember the first time he knocked on the call room door, a few years back, when he was still new. He wore a doo rag that tied behind his ears, round glasses with silver rims, and that easy smile that seems a birthright of every man,...
by Steve Rogoff | Mar 19, 2020 | New Medicine
Life as I knew it changed when I wrapped my knee around that tree, exactly 3 weeks before the first two Coronavirus cases hit Kauai. “I need your help,” I yelled, with more panic in my voice than a good dad would want his son to hear. The boy unbuckled my snowboard’s...
