Remember Tales from the Crypt, that cheesy HBO horror series based on the 1950’s E.C. comic books? Well, it’s the perfect title for this post. Here it is Halloween season, and I am right now transcribing the winter 2002 journal entries from my intern year, …
Today for some reason I went to check out the Mothers in Medicine group blog that I used to write for, and I was kind of shocked to discover that it doesn’t exist anymore. It had been a pretty unique creative space for doctor-moms to …
I ran into my neighbor and her little dog one cool summer morning, and our conversation fell easily into writing (as it usually does, and this will make perfect sense within a few paragraphs). She asked about my book project. I explained that I’d written …
I’ve been semi-reclusive ever since COVID hit, even more so since I quit clinical medicine. And surprisingly to me, I’ve enjoyed it. It’s just so much more…relaxing…to not have to deal with people. By people, I mean everyone outside of my immediate, first-degree family. And …
At the end of the workday today all I wanted to do was walk the dog around the little pond nearby and commune with nature. But no, humanity had to go and butt in. We had just crossed a lovely tree-lined street and were strolling …
…among other channels, of course, but this example afforded the catchiest title. So I was in the middle of a 20 minute bodyweight core workout taught by my fave instructor Robin Arzon, when out of the blue, she asked: “Are you working on something big? …
My friend’s husband asked me this question as we stood outside their house in the February cold chatting, while their pajama’d kids ran around inside. His tone was incredulous, his expression both baffled and angry, and his frustration well-justified. I was on my way to …
I’m writing a book, and as such, I’ve been combing through the archives. I just re-read my very first blog post ever, and realized it was from almost exactly twelve years ago. It’s a sweet little piece, full of details that I wouldn’t have remembered …
Early this morning, I took doggo for our usual morning walk around the little park near our house. On the way, I spied an old used paper mask on the grassy strip next to the street. I felt vaguely guilty, because I used to occasionally …
She was a 39 year old woman with cancer, originally diagnosed six years ago*. As I looked over her chart notes, I was particularly struck by one entry, and I read it over several times: “Patient had a significant disruption in treatment due to an …