What a near-fatal near-miss taught me about trusting myself as a physician What’s worse than making a mistake? Knowing that you’re probably making one, and doing it anyway. I’m sure you’ve done this at some point in your life: Overrode your own instincts and made a …
This past week I was in an airport, returning from a fantastic family vacation. I was as relaxed as one can be whilst sitting and awaiting one’s boarding call. Then, from somewhere nearby, there was a beeping noise — a coffee shop’s electronic coffee maker, …
A doctor’s homemade English toffee gets ravaged by a squirrel on her porch. What follows: frantic googling about rabies, consulting multiple physician specialists, and the discovery that chocolate is toxic to squirrels. A funny, relatable tale about when medical training meets real-life kitchen disasters.
So I called 911 yesterday. I can count on one hand the number of times I have dialed 911, and every time was a real emergency, including things like, oh, a carbon monoxide leak in the house or my husband collapsing unconscious. This time, however, …
I thought my cat was a goner. I was out early one very cold winter morning a couple weeks ago, walking the dog… and the cat. Yes, the cat walks with us sometimes. She’s this tiny skinny fluffy former stray. When we got her the …
A tale of smashed pumpkins transforms into a heartfelt reflection on resilience, gratitude, and the sometimes messy—but deeply human—journey of turning life’s disasters into something meaningful… even if it’s not perfect pie.
My favorite description of Día de los Muertos is “like a joyful family reunion where some family members happen to have already passed on to Heaven”. In English it’s Day of the Dead, and it’s one of many examples of the blending of Mesoamerican (Aztec/Mayan) …
A couple of Tuesdays ago, I was standing at my standing desk like I always do nowadays on a workweek day, when I heard a shrill intermittent beeping from somewhere in the house. It was like every 5 seconds, a beep, not a full-on fire …
It was after 2 a.m. night before last, when Hubby’s and my phones started dinging. Imagine our joy upon seeing this missive from our 12-year-old daughter: You may ask, why the heck was our daughter awake at 2 a.m.? Right. Let’s address that one first: …
Here it is the end of May, and I’m again scrambling to get a post up. So I went back in time to see what I was up to 10 years ago. That’s when the kids were 3 and 4 years old, and I was …