My dad tries to help my mom while she has the gastro… hilarious hijinks ensue

I'd like to make an entry to the Men are from Mars and Women and from Venus log book.  I don't actually know if one exists, but if it doesn't, it should. Last week, my parents, fed up with life's little curveballs--like a FIRE in the apartment upstairs from them causing their living room to … Continue reading My dad tries to help my mom while she has the gastro… hilarious hijinks ensue

CPR on a stranger

...The weirdest thing happened to me a couple of weeks ago.  I had to give CPR to a stranger. I was at my daughter's gymnastics class, and all of a sudden, in the periphery of my selective hearing, I became aware of a woman's crying voice: "Somebody please call 911!" I looked over, and saw … Continue reading CPR on a stranger

Mom confessions: 6 things I do wrong ALL the time

I gotta be honest with you, folks, I think parenting has gotten pretty darn ridiculous.  No one can do everything that you're supposed to do to raise well-adjusted and healthy children.  NO ONE.  I'm taking a stand.  I need to unburden my soul.  I am hereby confessing all the things I am doing wrong. 1. … Continue reading Mom confessions: 6 things I do wrong ALL the time

Human to human: when doctoring hurts

As physicians, we have to become relatively hardened to the misfortunes of others because if we don't, we will fall apart.  There is a Ray Bradbury story about the being who would morph into whoever the person next to him lost in order to make them happy and restore what they've lost; eventually, too many … Continue reading Human to human: when doctoring hurts

Yet more reflections on #metoo and where to go from here

I haven't written anything about the #MeToo movement because every time I try, I just get this overwhelming feeling of fatigue, and my hands won't go to the keyboard.  Plus, I almost feel like everything that could be said about it has been said, and said better than I could.  Almost.  Because I think that … Continue reading Yet more reflections on #metoo and where to go from here

Pump it up: pumping at a job interview

10 years ago, I was finally--FINALLY!--about to be finished with training, and was looking for a job. By the way, I would just like to note, as I already have to my friends and family, how it's absolutely amazing that a person can make it to age 32, and not know how to look for … Continue reading Pump it up: pumping at a job interview

The NEJM letter to the young female physician, and some thoughts of my own

I decided to start a pinterest group board for pinning articles and images about empowerment of female physicians, the facts of mom doc life, and inspiration for women in medicine.  I created the thing and then went on to search for applicable pins, and would you believe it (she says sarcastically, because YES you would … Continue reading The NEJM letter to the young female physician, and some thoughts of my own

A pain in the neck: a story of a bad day

Doctor mommy is super duper unhappy today in many different ways, bodily and emotionally, for various reasons.  Last night was high on the craptastic scale as far as nights go, even though it was a decent weekend... until last night. As parents, we he had to face the ever difficult decision of when to take … Continue reading A pain in the neck: a story of a bad day

It takes a village: Christmas time in the Basque country

What exactly is a pueblo remains a difficult concept to explain to those who don't see it for themselves.  A pueblo is a village, or a town, but rather than a strict geographical definition, it's more of a way to describe a community.  Also, it's a people or the people.  The word also carries with it a … Continue reading It takes a village: Christmas time in the Basque country

Why the Basques don’t need Santa Claus

December 25, 2007   As an outsider looking onto what is completely routine and normal in the town of Portugalete, of Bizkaia, País Vasco, España, I note things to myself that people here take for absolute granted. For example, I am constantly aware of the ethnic pride-slash-mild superiority complex that perfumes the air. I get … Continue reading Why the Basques don’t need Santa Claus