Dreams turned to memories; Golden, like pictures in the ocean sunset; It was everything I ever hoped for

[Originally published in Synapse on April 13, 1968.] I supported Eugene McCarthy. I am now committed to Mr. Kennedy.

Swipe, swipe, left-right, swipe, This one, that one, they’re all hype.

White concrete poured poorly, The edges pink and undercooked.

She was right. I don’t know what love is I’ve seen it, and received it, but never given it Or...

We speak gently Into liminal space We all see the faint flame, the wick in shallow wax

On August 26, 1999 Robert Sadler, a UCSF postdoctoral fellow in the Department of Microbiology and Immunology, was shot and...

Listen to the rhythm of the Bang bang bang, To the sounds and the dance of this Din

[Originally reported in Synapse on March 20, 2009.] Two reports issued in February underlined the growing menace of climate change...

Shelter clinic opens every Thursday at six, First time seeing a “real” patient, I’m waiting at the door.

[Originally published on March 20, 2003.] In a political climate charged with the suddenly tangible threat of war with Iraq...

[Originally published in Synapse on March 11, 1987.] A recent Supreme Court decision upholding certain types of pregnancy leave and...

Over the years, many people have asked me what a grad student does, and I have been stumped for answers...

It’s the middle of winter and you are cut off from the world. There is no electricity or gas. The...

[ Originally authored in February 25, 1988 by Toan Truong as a third-year medical student.] I grew up in Saigon...