Year 2
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What up World? It’s been a minute! It’s actually been longer… but it sure feels like time sped up and somehow I landed here. A yoga instructor I had the other day talked the whole class about slowing down. It resonated with me and I wonder how many other people feel this pull to race…
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When you think about your own birthday do you feel excitement, dread, sadness? I feel excited for the cake mostly, and also because for 24 hours I get to feel special. I also feel a small sense of dread that no one will remember, or be free to hang out, or that even though it’s…
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Courage, Patience and Connection, these are my words of 2019. I chose them when I was reflecting on 2018 and I was thinking about what my hopes and dreams are for this trip around the sun. One didn’t fit without the other and I think I’m only just beginning the ways that they weave together.…
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Think of this as my virtual holiday card. Happy New Year from me! 2018 began in the midst of glow sticks. My cheeks glistened with sweat and I formed the resolution to say “no” more. This year began with me, first. In 2018, I have experienced joy from my fingers to my toes, filling up…
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October in review, for all of the things that I’ve wanted to say this month but haven’t had the time or energy to channel them out into the world wide web. Maybe it’s better this way. I’m not sure. I’m still trying to figure out how to keep this blog going while in medical school.…
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We’ve been on a road of neurons and the connections their axons make. A road filled with the cranial nerves, stroke consequences, brain tumors, and psychiatric disorders. Everything brain. A rhythmic pulse of a beating heart. A rise and fall of expanding lungs. Tears of joy, ecstasy, sorrow. A decision to choose. To say yes…
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Once a month, at the Swallow Hill Music Hall in Denver there is a gathering of people. To listen to strangers share their fears, accomplishments, comedy, sadness, and adventure. It’s beautiful to watch someone walk up on stage, brave enough to speak out loud some of the most vulnerable details of their lives. This is…
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Last Monday morning, Carley drove up to my house and handed me a pink T-shirt. The back read, “Camp CU SOM” and featured an image of a fire amongst the trees. We were headed for Estes Park, Colorado where we would help welcome 184 new students to the first phase of their medical education. Contrast…
Glimpse of Grace 