When I called my mom last night, I expressed two things. I was working on a piece for my book asking this distressing question: how will I ever earn a PhD when I feel like I spend all of my time taking care of myself? The University of Minnesota has the most innovative and friendly […]Read More Forward
This was initially written as a personal letter of gratitude to my cherished doctor, and was intended to be just that. After contemplating this letter for a few weeks, however, I realized that it was something to be shared. Ultimately, my thoughts illuminate the beauty of the doctor-patient relationship, something that, in my opinion, is […]Read More A Letter to My Doctor
I’ve spent the past two weeks at Mayo Clinic- the nation’s #1 hospital- in Rochester, Minnesota. To begin, imagine a city purely built around a hospital. But not just any hospital- a medical mecca where desperate sick (and mostly quite old) people travel in search of answers. As you walk down the street, you see […]Read More Stubborn Hope
Three and a half years ago, at the beginning of my freshman year at Emory, I was rushed to the emergency room after getting hit by a flying beer bottle while out on an afternoon run. My mom often comments on the irony of this hospital visit- out of all of my medical conditions (type […]Read More Cards of Irony
A few weeks ago, I attended a special themed “Practice Peace” yoga class (please don’t kill me for incorporating another yoga intention here, but this is honestly what is getting me through everything right now!) While I initially approached this class thinking it might be relaxing, it was intentionally quite physically challenging. Practicing peace during […]Read More How can I practice peace when my stomach looks like this?
“Let go.” This seems to be a buzzword in the world of yoga, mindfulness, and compassion meditation that I have recently immersed myself in. In such practices, we are instructed to “let go” of cognitions, emotions, and behaviors that are not presently serving us well. Lying on my mat in the candlelit yoga studio or […]Read More Letting Go, Gratitude & Being a Novice
Age. At face value, this is a rather simple concept- the length of time that something has existed. As a 21-year-old, I have existed for 21 years, and that is fact. Yet society often complicates this construct, extending its meaning, applying assumptions, and broadening its implications. For instance, in upper-middle class America, we expect […]Read More Ageless Souls
About a year ago, I wrote a post called Believe: My Personal Faith, which discussed the word I was using to deal with adversity- specifically my enigmatic autoimmune conditions leaving me unable to run. At the time, I was wholeheartedly engrossed in the power of the word “believe”- trusting that this was temporary; that my […]Read More Breathe & Believe
Although I do not believe that everything happens for a reason, I wholeheartedly believe that sparks of light can be found in the darkest of times. I have written before about my struggles with losing an integral part of my identity- about not being able to run- and my stubborn and mysterious injury has not […]Read More Stars in a Dark Abyss: Podcast Palooza!
This is not what you’re thinking. He wasn’t a jock, a rebel, or a nerd, and this wasn’t a love affair. It goes more like this… A 20-year-old white Jewish girl and a 40-year-old Tibetan monk walk into 7-Eleven. They buy Slurpees, smile incessantly, and take selfie, upon selfie, upon selfie. — My friendship with […]Read More The First Boy I Brought Home from College