Tag Archives: writing
The Road Not Taken
To say that I and the people around me have had the year from hell is an understatement. I have been waging battles and battles have been waged against me. I have sought the counsel of friends, coworkers, partners, therapists, … Continue reading →
Pink Flamingoes
A funny thing happened when our family returned home from a week long trip to Disney World. We spent the entire week living out of our RV in what I would consider the epitome of RV parks, Disney’s Fort Wilderness. … Continue reading →
Not for Human Consumption
Blogging. Writing. The great need to share the inner works of one’s brain is a double edged sword. On one hand, there is this insatiable need to get the words and ideas out, to share them with someone, everyone, to … Continue reading →
My Favorite Writer
If you were to ask me who my favorite writer is, I might be inclined to say something that would impress you with my great literary insight like Hemingway, Keats, Austen, Joyce, or Fitzgerald. I love them all, but if … Continue reading →
On Writing
I think if one considers themselves a writer, they have a deep desire to peck out the great novel on an old fashioned typewriter. Now this does not mean you are not a writer if you don’t have this desire. … Continue reading →
Runner’s Guilt
There is something inherently selfish about running. It really serves no purpose to mankind. At least not overtly. I still haven’t gotten back into the running groove like I had intended. There are reasons, so, so many reasons. It’s cold. … Continue reading →
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 →
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 →
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 →
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 →


