Headlights
“So, how did you get into medical school?”
This Cold
There is a strange immediacy to the feeling of being cold.
Letter from an MS3 to a brain-dead patient
I want to thank you for teaching my what it means to lead a life well lived.
Separation of Patient and Family
I grew up understanding the concept of separation of church and state,
Diabetic
As a young adult living with Type 1 diabetes, I have heard more misconceptions about diabetes than I care to remember.
Hope Springs Eternal
This piece is dedicated to my dear friend Maddie, who was diagnosed with Stage III Melanoma at the age of 23.
You Are Worth It
The library is cold and silent late on a Friday night and my body and mind are tired but,
The Unspoken Fraternity
Stephen was built like an ox, his broad frame barely squeezing into the
Day One
As I begin my first day as an intern in the ICU, a nurse I’ve never met greets me
Jannigje (Jean)
I wish I had known you.
Strange Gifts
DNA is the great cosmic irony. It is a catalogue of existence, containing all requisites for life.
Bear Lake
Exactly 5 years and 3 months since his death
On Being a Different Man
What does it mean to be a man?
Snoop
“You know who you remind me of, Ali,” the plastic surgeon standing opposite me in the operating room said. “Snoop Dogg. You sound just like him.”
Who Heals the Healer?
My wife and I got into an argument last night.
NPO
Bearded. Pungent. Sour smelling clothes stuck in places well beyond the
Freudian Slippers
I am standing in front of a heavy brown door with a small window at eye level.
Silenced
I gowned up in the doorway, studying her.
Why Medicine?
For a long time when asked “Why medicine?”, I responded, “Why the moon?”
What’s The Difference?
It’s cold. The air is quiet in here – it must be snowing outside.
Balance
It’s funny how sometimes life can catch up with you.
I Remember You
I remember you had so much cancer eroding your mouth that you sneezed and it broke your jaw
Rotation #6
It hasn’t been enough. How did this come so early?!?
Southern Charm
She reminded me of my mother – if my mother were a charming Southern Belle from Texas who believed that God dictated every move in her life.
A Silent Sentinel
As I did my first newborn exam today, it hit me–how you were supposed to be.
