Tag: writing

Walking and Writing and Fishing

Walking and Writing and Fishing

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 

The Universe Speaks to Me Through Peloton

The Universe Speaks to Me Through Peloton

…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? 

Like a volcano of sorts

Like a volcano of sorts

It’s not writer’s block… A writer feels like a dormant volcano: the quiet before an eruption of creative energy.

OpEds and Advocacy

OpEds and Advocacy

I am proud to have had the opportunity to collaborate on this OpEd titled “We Are Worried That Hospital COVID-19 Data No Longer Goes To The Apolitical CDC” published in USA Today yesterday morning! 18 doctors and one nurse practitioner from my hospital literally co-wrote 

Behind the Scenes of a Book Launch

Behind the Scenes of a Book Launch

Writing is like breathing to me. But marketing and publicity? I have no effing clue. I messed up the requisite Twitter book giveaway, despite multiple coaching emails from my publisher. My Tweet unintentionally implied that everyone who commented and shared the book info would get 

If You’re Pushing and the Door Won’t Open…

If You’re Pushing and the Door Won’t Open…

We’ve got a lot going on. In addition to our normally nuts two-working-parents-two-kids lives, we’ve had several other crisis- level family issues. And in the midst of all that, I’m attending a highly anticipated annual conference for doctor- writers, held at a very fancy downtown 

A Proper Library

A Proper Library

A huge chunk of my better youth was productively spent in the reading rooms, at long study tables, or in hidden cubbies of a number of libraries. Mom started us young, at the orange- carpeted seventies- style children’s room of my old hometown. I was