Tonight I threw away the sewing kit my mother gave me. It was a Christmas gift from around the time when I was first living on my own. The kit - more of a fancy box, really - was stocked with basic notions: pins, needles, a few spools of thread. It had flowers on the …
Category: the rest of life
How to Comfort
The text message arrived late on a Saturday night: our patient had died. It was the on-call fellow letting the rest of the team know that her passing had been peaceful and beautiful. The news was expected; the only question had been on which of a handful of days it would occur. The message flashed …
The Walk Home
I have thought a lot in past year or so about religion, spirituality, and my own relationship with each. I don’t consider myself a religious person, but I suppose it’s unsurprising that I would spend time pondering such things given that I spent a year training in hospice and palliative medicine and am currently a …
The Growth Curve 