Sometimes our best efforts do not go amiss; sometimes we do as we meant to. The sun will sometimes melt a field of sorrow that seemed hard frozen: may it happen for you. Sheenagh Pugh, From Sometimes (1) By George N. Chaldakov Editor-in-Chief, BMR* In 1992, Editor’s Foreword of Biomedical Reviews (BMR), volume 1, started with the above cited poetry of Sheenagh Pugh, a British poet, novelist and translator, who taught creative writing at the University of Glamorgan in Wales until retiring in 2008. Then, from London, I wrote: “After 45 years of sorrow, the ...