Those I’ve seen in the past week know I’m in my blonde era. Kind of. Sort of.

What if the decisions we face aren’t sure bets?

I recently had the opportunity to drive for eight hours. I haven’t driven that many hours straight in a long time.

ou don’t have to solve every problem everywhere.  The reality is that you can’t, no matter how efficient, how intelligent, how big-hearted you are.  So, narrow it down.  And then make it simple.      

What is the actual point of anger? Or blinding indignation? There must be some point to them, right? Evolutionarily, they must serve some purpose; otherwise, negative emotions would’ve been bred out over the millennia. I’m asking because my life has been very life-y the past couple of months, and I’ve been in a constant state of rage.

Is the end of the academic year beginning already? For me, it's been sneaking in the past couple of weeks. First, it was a warm and sunny day here and there.

I argue with reality. Not in an interacting with hallucinations sort of way, but in a much more insidious “It shouldn’t be this way” kind of way.

Who’s your work best friend? Or, better yet, do you have any tenured friends?

How can we create weekends if we’re scheduled to work daily for weeks on end?

It’s not about the goal; it’s about the actions…

How often do you hear something and think, “How didn’t I know this already?!” Today, this moment came from learning about Dr. Lorna Breen.

I’ve used February, the month home to Valentine’s Day, to think about love. Over the past month, I’ve found something else I absolutely love…

With the rates of burnout and general ennui with the state of practicing medicine, we don’t have time to wait until the practice of medicine changes before we start making room for the people we want in our lives.

Once we’ve found a thought pattern that may not serve us, we can start to nudge the thought pattern toward one that serves us and gets the results we want.

Many esteemed and very doctor-like doctors have spoken of how much they love practicing medicine. They relish being a doctor, look forward to coming to work every day, and genuinely love each of their patients. I like being a doctor. And I’ve gotten good at it. I’m unsure if I love it…

A lot of us got into medicine because of certain kinds of love: love of science, the love of a challenge, or wanting to help people (which can be a little “L” love as opposed to big, grand, directed-at-one-person-at-a-time big “L” love). Somewhere along the way, all of that love becomes rote…

For those in a moment (Season? Era?) of “head down, do work, grit teeth, repeat” and unable to mark the passage of time, I have a gentle notification coming from a place of absolute love: the month of January is over.

I have been at DEFCON 2 for the past three days…

Thinking about artificial intelligence makes me feel old.

I have a toddler that lives in my brain.