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Lessons from a civil rights icon: How to lift as we climb
Mary Eliza Church Terrell famously wrote, “And so, lifting as we climb, onward and upward we go, struggling and striving, and hoping that the buds and blossoms of our desires will burst into glorious fruition ‘ere long.” Lift as we cl…
When contentment falls short
Sliding toward another solstice, I feel myself yearning. I want the daylight to stay a little longer, soft like this, gentle warmth and lovely shadows, lazy breezes, the illusion of contentment. But I am not content. Or perhaps I am, but whereas I once…
Aesthetics and the physician’s eye
The fall sunlight calls my eye to notice little things: the veins on a yellowing maple leaf. The askew feather on a chicken’s wing. The faintest breeze tricking the pond into patterned sin waves around a lone white duck. What do we owe this world…
What I loved about radiology was the magic
An excerpt from Balance, Pedal, Breathe: A Journey Through Medical School. What I loved about radiology was the magic. Invisible beams revealed mysteries no one could see on the surface of a person. Each of us harbors a secret life. This might be a sim…
