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James Harris Jr MD

I have been working on my memoir for several years now and I am now ready to finish some of the final edits before moving forward with publication by 2026. I will send out a chapter each week and/or provide other updates with the newsletter. Please enter your email address below to subscribe for free.

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Chapter 6: Worth Killing For?

Click here to subscribe for free future chapters and for access to all previous chapters Worth Killing For? It was a clear cool night with a full moon. I felt exposed. This was not the best way to go unseen with what we planned to do. The .380 pistol was only about the size of my hand. It felt warm as I pulled it out of my pocket and held it low in the passenger side seat and prepared myself to pull the trigger. My cousin drove slowly around the corner and glared at me before approaching the...

Click here to subscribe for free future chapters and for access to all previous chapters Worth Killing For? It was a clear cool night with a full moon. I felt exposed. This was not the best way to go unseen with what we planned to do. The .380 pistol was only about the size of my hand. It felt warm as I pulled it out of my pocket and held it low in the passenger side seat and prepared myself to pull the trigger. My cousin drove slowly around the corner and glared at me before approaching the...

Chapter 3: The lady in the picture

The Weekly Dispatch This 3rd chapter starts to show some of the earlier moments in my childhood where I recognized a transition away from innocence and into a time of darkness. It was where my way of thinking changed for the worse. I will likely jump ahead in future chapters to start revealing these events in detail and later come back to character development for key family members in my life. I have included the other 2 chapters below for those who just joined the group. Recent articles...

Chapter 3: The Lady in the Picture

The Lady in the Picture For many years in my early childhood, I recall looking at a photo in an old album of my baby pictures that was taken of me as an infant being held by mama at one of my aunt Pearl’s basketball games. In that photo, there was my Aunt Pat (Pearls older schizophrenic sister who helped raise me) sitting on mamas left side and and a white woman who was seated on her right. On a number of occasions I asked mama and other family members who that lady in the picture was. The...

Chapter 2: Never Trust a Crackhead Around the time I was in 2nd grade, most of my family, except for my grandmother and my aunt Pat, were getting high on crack. That smell would sometimes seep into my room when they smoked in the bathroom. Unlike the magnetic effect which the aroma of freshly baked cookies has to draw you towards it, crack made me want to get away. One Saturday morning while watching cartoons in my room, that smell started to percolate into my little safe haven. I became...

Hey Everybody, Thank you for your interest in my memoir: I am Not Who I Once Was: An Unusual Path to Becoming a Surgeon I have been working on this manuscript for the last several years and looking at publishing soon, but have decided to go through it again one chapter at a time to make another round of edits. I would like to share this experience with those who are interested in going through this journey with me. My plan is to release a chapter every week and share it with you. If you would...

Hey Everybody, Thank you for your interest in my memoir: I am Not Who I Once Was: An Unusual Path to Becoming a Surgeon I have been working on this manuscript for the last several years and looking at publishing soon, but have decided to go through it again one chapter at a time to make another round of edits. I would like to share this experience with those who are interested in going through this journey with me. My plan is to release a chapter every week and share it with you. If you would...