Joseph Desiderio, President of Voicebrook, has a recent blog post on their site that I asked to re-post here and share his thoughts and company vision/mission. The piece is personal and poignant and touches on what in part we started here last...

During medical school I played on a roller hockey team for a couple of years. Most of the team was centered in the Bridgeport neighborhood of the city and we would practice in a church gym when we could get it. Getting their involved trying to...

This is a piece I wrote for The Journal of the American Medical Association (JAMA) “A Piece of My Mind” section I actually hand delivered to the AMA building downtown on my bike from Northwestern that was probably rejected about as soon as...

The hospital is where, as a medical student, you transform from an unwilling apprentice of sorts to a practitioner. The shorter the white coat, the less skilled you are. Medical student white coats are more like short dinner jackets in white...

As I child growing up I spent many summers, spring breaks, and winter breaks visiting my grandparents in South Florida. In the late 1970’s the place was already full of retirees from the rust belt and other northern parts. I enjoyed golf,...

It happens from time to time. A family member, friend or friend of a friend calls you and says “Can you read my radiology report?” or “Can you read my pathology report?”. Sometimes they call for themselves, sometimes a family member, or...