Hektoen International

A Journal of Medical Humanities

Tag: Gregory O’Gara

  • Metaphor, memory, and my grandmother’s hands

    Gregory O’Gara New Jersey, United States   Stir of Memories, 2017 Oil on canvas, private collection of Gregory O’Gara Sometimes when it rains, the droplets are barely perceptible. There is no fog or mist, no thunder, no presage. I sat outside looking upward. There was nothing discernable in the darkness of the sky except the…

  • The dying room

    Gregory O’GaraNew Jersey, United States The first Sunday in December was a typical winter day; cold but clear, leafless trees, overcast sky. It was the kind of morning I dreaded as a child, having to get out of bed and go to the 11am mass at St. Margaret’s, no time to relax and watch a…