Food is so often a transporter, its tastes and smells bringing one back to a specific moment. For me, the simple dessert of rice pudding is an everlasting connection to two amazing people – my grandparents. More in my latest here in the literary journal Fond.
There are times when life as a mother and a pediatrician meld. My son has taught me as much as any part of my medical training. He has reminded me to see my patients with a parent’s eyes. In his honor, my latest essay in JAMA.
The coronavirus pandemic has reminded us what has been true always – that we all are vulnerable, even those of us in white coats. My parallel education as a doctor and cancer patient has always kept that vulnerability and shared humanity in the forefront of my practice. Read more in my latest for After Rounds.
The daffodils and tulips are poking up under our ash tree. I endured a fourth cancer surgery and feel renewed – once again officially with “no evidence of disease.” Just call me NED. The spurts of spring have inspired me to redesign my site and add a new aspect of myself – my art. I…
I returned from the glorious American Academy of Pediatrics National Conference and Exhibition in New Orleans, my belly, mind and heart full! Find my reflections at Doximity.