I am, by all accounts, a person who should be doing ok in the self-esteem department. My parents were bleeding-heart, 60s-style, brown-rice-...

It’s a good day to be thinking about gratitude. I just got the results of my Pediatrics boards and, mercifully, I passed. Like many things i...

It's 5:51am and I have 9 minutes to write this post. Well, I just spent a minute thinking about what I want to say and so now I have 8 m...

As a pediatrician-mama, I find that Thanksgiving is -- to use a timely cliche -- easy as pie. I don't have to search my mind for even th...

It's an old question: quality vs quantity time? When it comes to parenting, the people whose lives allow for quantity tend to argue in f...

I usually don't cross-post from my personal blog, but this recent piece seems to have really resonated with fellow residents and physici...

How has medicine changed me? The honest answer is: for the better and for the worse. Let's start with the latter. Before medicine, I i...

Recently, I have been having a me-time problem. The problem is, I don't have any. Now, there are pressing and non-modifiable external re...

It's my first overnight call in the hospital. It's 7pm and I've been at work for 13 hours. There are 16 more hours to go. My arm...

Today was a beautiful day. This winter has had a long and unexpected and not entirely welcome coda this year which has only sweetened the an...

Recently, my daughter went through a period of preferring my partner, her other parent. For about a week, I would come home from work, star...