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Feed Me

The worst part about motherhood is not the lack of sleep.  It’s not the complete and unending exhaustion. It isn’t the relentless breastfeeding, sore nipples, sore back, that deep and unfulfilled desire to move except you are tethered to another … Continue reading

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Changing Times

You know that the times they are a-changing when you have lunch with your dad and he wants to talk about Malcolm X. I tried to get out of the lunch date, not because I’m some kind of horrible daughter, … Continue reading

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Profit or Prophet

There is a financial pressure to see a lot of patients in a day.  Seeing patients equals revenue.  Revenue equals a paycheck for me and everyone else that I employ.  It also feeds the giant corporate machine to which I … Continue reading

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Resistance

I have a list of diseases that I hate the most.  I hate them because I have no way to fight them.  I have no power against them.  I push back and push back, but they don’t budge.  They laugh … Continue reading

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Head of the Class

It was hard to know if I belonged.  I wasn’t like the typical medical student.  I had never set out to become a doctor, it was never expected of me, and believe it or not, I kind of fell into … Continue reading

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The Deal of the Art

I had the strange notion to visit an art museum today.  I had the day off, the kids were in school and I had no desire to peruse the aisles of Target again, mindlessly dropping things into my cart that … Continue reading

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Carol

I thought about Carol today.  I was driving to Walmart, listening to the radio, thinking about the long list of errands for the day and I thought about her.  I thought about the last time that I saw her, laying … Continue reading

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The F Word

In our house, the “F” word is Fart.  That was until Christmas day. My husband has a few rules about bad words.  He doesn’t like the kids to say Butt, Fart, or Stupid.  I get it.  Hearing a 5 year … Continue reading

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Miss Spelled

My son once asked me what was the most embarrassing thing to ever happen to me in my entire life.  I gave my answer careful consideration and remembered pretty quickly that time I fell out of my chair during a … Continue reading

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Rebellion

If I were to be completely honest, inside I’m a rebel.  Inside I am tattooed, pierced, my hair is purple, and my feet are adorned with combat boots.  My heart is in the shape of a pulsing fist with middle … Continue reading

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