Carol Rottmiller

We finished loading our car and hurried away. It was already two o'clock, the time set for the Negro women's health class in a Carolina community. We always tried to be there on time to set them an ex­ample. But few of…

It was the last month of my freshman year in training, and my mother was spending a long-looked-forward-to week end with my sister and me. I had been staying nights for the past week with a patient, because she was nerv­ous and afraid to…