In the last couple of weeks, my son has been learning to identify colors. Mama and Dada are bursting with pride that he's so verbal and...

Another work post from the burn unit, Kamuzu Central Hospital, Lilongwe, Malawi. I want to tell you about dressing change days, and interjec...

This is a throw-back to a MiM post back in 2013 that really resonated with me at the time, and still does, in which T writes about someone ...

Living in DC and taking the metro regularly provides me with ample fodder for social analysis and ample opportunities to be upset and amaz...

Hello, I am Doctor Professor Mom.   No, that’s not my real name but it’s a name that makes me really proud.   My oldest son coined it ...

“Tell your heart that the fear of suffering is worse than the suffering itself. And that no heart has ever suffered when it goes in search o...

I was in the office speaking with a parent and her kids at some point in the past year (how's that for sufficiently anonymized).  The mo...

Our health centers are “medical homes” now, so I have to come to accept (but not necessarily embrace) my allotted turn or assignment to work...

It’s funny how a few things collide, to suddenly make life crystal clear. It’s job application time for me, and I was lucky enough to recei...

Most of the Mothers in Medicine contributors, including myself, write anonymously. I write about my husband O and my son Zo knowing that fol...

My husband and I are products of public school education. Don’t get me wrong, we are both extremely motivated and successful but we both bel...

(I am posting this as a followup to Gizabeth’s excellent, thought-provoking “ Disillusionment ” post. I wrote this anecdote awhile back but ...

I could browse this site for hours: the N.I.H./National Library of Medicine website called Changing the Face of Medicine , which celebrates ...