Category Archives: My Stories
The Moment
In retrospect, the moment that I decided to go to medical school happened in our kitchen. My mother answered the phone back when phones hung on walls. Back when one phone belonged to everyone in the house. Back when I … Continue reading →
There’s Nothing Easy About Sunday Mornings
At least not since I got married and had kids. I happened to marry a sweet Southern Baptist gentlemen. And he happened to be reared on church. A lot of church. Wednesday nights. Sunday morning service. Sunday school. And then … Continue reading →
The Commute
I drive a little more than 30 miles to work and then 30 miles back home again. Most weekdays. For the past 9 years. My husband does the same thing. We both commute to almost the same area. Over the … Continue reading →
Flawed
I don’t always do the right thing. I don’t always figure it out. That’s the worst part of this job. The not being perfect part because not being perfect means I’m flawed and flawed people make mistakes and my mistakes … Continue reading →
Good Grief
I remember the first time that I wanted to be a writer. I was in the third grade. The assignment was to write a story about a tin can. I titled it, “The Diary of a Tin Can.” I even … Continue reading →
What My Microwave Says About Me
It says I’m: crusty grimy stuffed with bread, cookies, and chips going in circles a hot mess I love soup. I open up a can of soup and pour it in a bowl almost every day. I cook my soup … Continue reading →
My Moist Blog
Somewhere out there in internet land I read that the most annoying, disliked, wretch-inducing word is moist. It is pretty disgusting. Except when referencing a cake. A moist cake sounds quite delicious. I don’t thing a dry cake or a … Continue reading →
Reconstructing Doctor: Part 2
Reconstructing Doctor: Part 1 In my excitement and haste to make my rooms look amazing, I totally forgot to take before pictures. I know, what a dork. So instead I took pictures of my partner’s rooms, which pretty much mimic … Continue reading →
Reconstructing Doctor: Part 1
I still work in the same practice that I joined when I finished residency almost 9 years ago. My partner did the same thing about 15 years before me. It’s just the kind of place and the kind of people … Continue reading →
Waves
It seems that the most common way to describe the feeling of grief is to say that it “comes in waves.” I spent the last week at the beach on vacation with my family. It’s one of the only places … Continue reading →


