The day where life that was, isn’t and that wasn’t now is

In 24 hours I’ve witnessed life entering this world and I’ve witnessed it exit. In one day, I delivered a baby for the first time on my own. And for the first time also, I was present as the body of a person who wasn’t sick failed on our watch, suddenly and without warning–a mother

Empathy Over Sympathy: How we react to the suffering of others.

I attended a lecture during my third year of medical school as a part of a joint OB/GYN and Pediatric Grand Rounds on helping mothers through fetal loss. The lecturer asked the audience whether they felt empathy or sympathy, as the healthcare provider in difficult situations such as these. Hands creeped up hesitantly, clearly unsure

An Open Letter to Human Beings Everywhere, in the Wake of Tragedy.

This past week has been a tough one for our country–one of the toughest yet. We experienced one of the largest mass shootings in our nation’s history, multiple other smaller shootings no less filled with hate, and the unexpected and gruesome death of a child. Whenever something horrific happens, we have this instinctive urge to

The Week of Everything.

I haven’t been writing much lately, because the requirement for living this week hasn’t left space for anything else.  I spent the weekend at Swami Satchidananda’s Ashram in Yogaville with my teacher Logan’s teacher Lisa. I’ve been missing Logan so much since she left for California and felt so much of her with us this weekend. Logan