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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Year One

It was not long into my first year of medical school that I realized that I needed to write. I needed a way to process all that I was learning and feeling, something to enjoy and something to anchor myself. By the time I graduated, I had composed a collection of essays related - some …

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