…but we love him anyways. Obi’s not always an asshole. Most of the time, the vast majority of the time, he really is THE BEST DOG. The issue is, he can very protective (which is a euphemism for aggressive, I suppose) about certain things. Those …
I wrote this piece in 2002, and it was published in the medical school literary magazine where I did my residency. As I mentioned in my last post, I have hundreds of journal entries and essays like this one. Geez, I used a lot of …
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 …