In my years as a post partum nurse at Cedars Sinai Medical Center in Los Angeles I was what the other nurses referred to as “the dead baby nurse” . . .

It was my night with Michael Hagerdorn that initiated me to the world of hit and run drivers . . .

In 1975, as I faced the inevitable graduation from high school, like most 18 year olds I really had no idea what I wanted to do with my life . . .

I’m sitting in my office. The emergency alarm next to my desk goes off . . .