Kevin P. White, MD, PhD 
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  • September, 2016: My first illustrated children's book - The Boy with the Horn - wins a Readers' Favorite Book Award.

  • June, 2016: An original song I have written, called Bread Not Stones, is adopted as the National anthem for the Bread Not Stones initiative to end child poverty in Canada. To hear this song, go to and click on the Bread Not Stones icon.

  • September, 2015: Finding Shelter from Addiction wins a Readers' Favorite Award for Non-Fiction

  • November, 2013: PUCK wins a B.R.A.G. medallion from the Book Readers Appreciation Group

  • September 1st, 2013: PUCK wins a 2013 Readers' Favorite Bronze Medal in General Fiction.

  • June 30th, 2013: PUCK short-listed for a 2013 Readers' Favorite Book Award.

  • October 16th, 2012: Breaking Thru the Fibro Fog rises to #3 on the Amazon best-seller list..

  • September 7th, 2012: Breaking Thru the Fibro Fog rises to #4 on the Amazon best-seller list.

  • September 3rd, 2012: Kevin P. White nominated for entry into The Authors' Show's 3rd annual edition of 50 Great Writers You Should Be Reading.

  • September 1st, 2012: The River Riders wins a 2012 Readers' Favorite Book Awards Bronze Medal in young adult sci-fi/fantasy fiction.

  • June 30th, 2012: The River RidersPuck, and Black Spoons & Brimstone all   short-listed for Readers Favorite Book Awards.

  • September 1st, 2011: Breaking Thru the Fibro Fog and Inside a Hollow Tree both win Honorable Mention medals at the 2011 Readers' Favorite Book Awards.

Kevin P. White's Award Winning Books
"Kevin White is a name to remember. (We) will be looking for more books by him."
                                   Readers Favorite Awards Committee, 2012


THE DAY THE LAUGHTER DIED (A tribute to Robin Williams)

by Kevin White on 08/12/14

“A long, long time ago, I can still remember how the music used to make me smile”

     Don McLean, American Pie

I was still a kid in the year 1971, when Don McLean released his blockbuster song American Pie. It was a song that quickly rose to #1 on the American charts and stayed there for weeks. More than forty years later, it continues to play on the radio as a reminder of simpler times. McLean wrote the song in remembrance of three musicians who had died in a plane crash on February 3rd, 1959, the same year I was born.  The musicians were Buddy Holly, Ritchie Valens, and Jiles Perry Richardson, Jr., whose show name was The Big Bopper. Thanks to the refrain of McLean’s song, the day of their death would forever become known as ‘The Day the Music Died’.

 It was my wife who brought in the paper this morning, now 55 years later, while I quickly made a lunch to bring to work. The first words I heard from her mouth were: “Oh my! He died.” As I turned to her, I only could wonder who was so important that the word ‘he’ should be enough. But then I saw the huge picture on the paper’s front page and I understood. ‘He’ was Robin Williams, who in my mind ranks right up there with Red Skelton as the greatest comedic geniuses of all time. I place these two above everyone else because both could do what no one else ever could – they could somehow have an entire audience both laughing and crying at the same time.

 I once had the extreme pleasure of watching Red Skelton live at a show in Reno, when I was just 12-years old, oddly enough in 1971, the same year American Pie was released. Watching the master pantomime bring his characters like Clem Kadiddlehopper to life was magical, mostly because dear old Clem, the hapless hobo, somehow had everyone laughing and crying together.  No one else ever managed to make me do that until I saw Robin Williams as Mrs. Doubtfire, and then as Patch Adams, and then as Jakob the Liar, and again and again in so many other roles that should have won him far more than the single Academy Award he was given. In my mind, for that talent, of making tears and laughter flow together, should have won him Best Actor every time.

 Imagine my shock then at hearing not only that he now was dead, but that he had likely taken his own life; that he, arguably the funniest human of all time, whose wild hoots of laughter were, in themselves, enough to bring audiences to hysterics, had been battling severe, treatment-resistant depression. But then I remembered that, among Williams’ unparalleled talents was his ability to imitate others.

 “I do voices,” he told the stern caseworker assigned to him in Mrs. Doubtfire, when she asked him to list his special skills. He then paraded before her an endless stream of vocal caricatures, from Porky Pig to Humphrey Bogart.  In short, he was great at pretending to be someone he wasn’t. And at the end of his life, perhaps his best imitation was pretending to be happy for so many who saw him, even fooling those closest to him over the depth of his despair.

 I have long felt a special connection with Robin Williams. For one thing, he and I went to the same small college in Southern California — Claremont Men’s College — though he dropped out and ultimately enrolled at the Julliard School of the Performing Arts in New York. Had he stayed at Claremont, he would have been a senior the year I started there; I have often kidded that I was the reason he left.

 Another thing that made me feel connected to him was his playing the main role in the movie Patch Adams, a true story about a physician who believed that doctors needed to be more human than professional with their patients. As a practicing doctor, I always said the same; pointing out that the word ‘humane’ itself means having or demonstrating compassion. Patch also believed in using humor with patients — that laughter is, indeed, the best medicine. In the movie, Patch the medical student repeatedly wanders into the children’s ward wearing a clown nose.  When I was a medical student, I didn’t have a clown nose. But I did have a black and white pet puppet pig I called Pomona, who I wore on my hand all through my pediatrics rotation. Even the nurses used to laugh watching me trying to hold onto charts with a puppet on one hand. I watched Patch Adams with tears in my eyes the entire time, even while laughing.

 Now I find out that Williams and I have had two other things in common. One was his long-time battles with addiction. The other was his long-time struggles with depression. From my perspective, the two often go hand in hand. It was at the height of my own addiction, back in 2003, that I found myself standing on the rooftop of a 5-storey parking building at 3 o’clock one morning. My car was parked several blocks away. The only thing that kept me from jumping, ironically enough, was my fear of heights.

 And so it is that I find myself sitting here in stunned disbelief at the passing of Robin Williams. My wife has repeatedly told me that my sense of humor is one of the reasons she married me. She didn’t realize, back then, the demons I had hiding behind it. Apparently, one of the greatest comedians the world has ever known has had these demons too.

 And now he is gone.

 To me, he will be irreplaceable.

 To me, this is the day the laughter died.

 But the man and the laughter he brought us should never be forgotten. What the rest of us MUST do is to take comfort in the legacy he has left us, whether we are watching one of his movies or reveling in one of the few stand-up shows we can find on YouTube...

 And both laugh, and cry, as we do.

 Kevin P White

Hockey That Matters (Let’s Hope Fans Remember This Time)

by Kevin White on 01/08/13

The National Hockey League holds several dubious distinctions. Among them are that it is the only major professional sports league that has had four work stoppages (all since 1992); and it's the only one to have lost an entire season.

The 2004-2005 season was lost, in its entirety, due to a lockout. When play resumed with all 30 teams playing in 15 games on October 15th, 2005, there were eleven sell-outs. That season, attendance figures were the highest ever. I was one fan who sat out that season... not because of the lockout or the lost season; but because of the insulting marketing slogan the NHL used to bring fans back. Do you remember it? It was in a whole series of hockey commercials that played repeatedly. The slogan was: The Hockey That Matters Is Back.

As the father of three boys who have played a combined 32 years of non-professional minor league hockey, starting at age seven, and as someone who still plays hockey in my fifties, just for the fun of it, I was and remain deeply offended. Think about it... saying that the NHL is the hockey that matters more than insinuates that all other hockey doesn’t. I beg to differ. My youngest son continued to play hockey all through the NHL lockout this time, a star player on a very weak Midget team that has struggled all season in a highly competitive league. That team has only three wins in the 26 games they’ve played so far. They’ve been blown out as badly as 10-0 and 8-2. They give their all every game, and often do very well for a period or two, before being completely overtaken in the third period. In three tournaments they’ve played, they’ve won only one game. And yet last night, at a late evening practice, every single player but one (who was working) showed up. Moreover, as I watched them along with several other parents, I noticed that they were having fun... pumping their fists, slapping teammates on the back, and tapping their goalies’ pads after each goal, assist or save. And their coaches were their encouraging them and guiding them, all without being paid a cent.

THAT, Canada, is the hockey that REALLY matters... NOT the NHL.   For this hockey will always be there, no matter what happens to the NHL. This hockey is more about friendship than about winning and losing. These teams will not relocate when another town offers them a tax break or a sweeter deal on rink revenue. And this hockey is absolutely essential for the NHL to even exist.  Let’s remember all this, this time around. And instead of rushing off to an NHL game or sitting down to vegetate in front of a long string of them on TV, get up and go to see those who play every day at your local rink down the street or around the corner. You don’t have to pay these players anything to play. You don’t pay their coaches anything to coach. They all do it solely because they love the game.

Kevin White, MD, PhD

Award-winning Author of 'Puck', 'Inside a Hollow Tree', 'The River Riders', 'Black Spoons & Brimstone' (fiction), and 'Breaking Thru the Fibro Fog: Scientific Proof Fibromyalgia Is Real' (non-fiction)

This... (In Memoriam)

by Kevin White on 12/17/12

This is the yard where the children should be playing.

This is the school where the children went to learn.

This is the place where a town will now be praying,

Seeking solace in each other; trying to discern


Why does it have to be that children have to die like this?

Why do we fail to see that reason’s lost its voice?

How many more must die before we put an end to this?

When will we all stand up and make the only choice?


This is the place where a monument will one day stand.

Toys and flowers already mark this mournful, cruel spot.

This is the feeling that I hope we never will forget... and

This is the moment when this madness all must stop.


In memory of the 20 first grade children and 6 teachers who were gunned down

at Sandy Hook Elementary School in Newtown, Connecticut

on December 14th, 2012

It's not the road you are on, but 
the direction you've chosen that determines where you end up.
                                      Kevin P. White
Please read my tribute to Robin William's, below.