Namaste . . . to Myself

So many of the phrases that I use when talking and writing about palliative care - meeting people where they are, starting low and going slow[ly] (when managing pain meds), following the signs that the body shows us - apply surprisingly well to yoga. Yogic wisdom encourages us to go at our own pace, focusing …

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Orange for Good Luck

Seven years ago, my poem about an orange dress won Honorable Mention in the annual William Carlos Williams Poetry Contest for medical students organized by the Northeastern Ohio Universities Colleges of Medicine and Pharmacy. (It also closes out my poetry chapbook, Tools for Survival.) I distinctly remember writing it; it was one of those poems that just …

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Time Macho: I’m Part of the Problem

It was a concept intimately familiar to me long before anyone gave it a name. From my earliest days in college, I felt surrounded by people who packed their days with meetings, activities, sports practices or competitions; classes, study groups, and research; for whom every moment had been spoken for and each day didn’t so …

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