A Year in Poetry

I write poetry to process the experiences - both painful and joyful - in my patients' lives and my own. I never explicitly set out to do it. There's no conscious intention, no I'm going to write about poem about this to help me feel better. But almost inevitably, the words find their way to the …

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The (Hand)written Word

I have vivid memories of sitting at the dining room table of my parents' house, note cards and address book spread before me, squirming and complaining to my mother, "I don't know what to write!" The scene unfolded annually in the week following Christmas and my birthday, which are lumped together in a way that …

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Ugly

I'm pleased to share an essay, Ugly, that is currently in the in-House (an online magazine for medical residents and fellows) Social Medicine theme issue. I wrote it way back in med school and have by turns mulled it over, completely restructured it, and ignored it for various periods of time over the past eight years. …

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