Let me tell you, there’s a unique kind of helplessness that comes when your voice is “detained” by laryngitis. I’m not just talking about a little raspy whisper—I mean full-on, out-of-commission, barely-able-to-mutter-a-word laryngitis. As someone who tends to speak her mind (okay, maybe a little too much), being […]
What motivates you? Last night, I watched Gus Walz express such genuine, unfiltered love for his father, Tim Walz, in a way that was both heartwarming and bittersweet. Regardless of the politics surrounding them, it was the pure, unguarded display of affection that really struck me—reminding me of […]
What’s the coolest thing you’ve ever found (and kept)? Ah, the art of finding things – a pursuit that’s taken me from the street corners adorned with abandoned treasures to the winding alleys where serendipity is the cartographer. Paintings, a crisp $50 bill, eclectic furniture – you name […]
Well, It came down to the wire but I survived jury duty. Meaning, I wasn’t selected. There were a number of reasons for me to not be selected. Some I can mention. Some I cannot. I’m a psychologist running a healthcare system which sees a lot of different […]
This past year, or I suppose last year, I had a moment where I kept expecting my mom to call me. It, of course, couldn’t happen since my mother has been gone for a while. It was an extremely odd feeling to wait for her call. I so […]
I’ve been in healthcare for over 15 years in one way or another. Actually, if I think about it maybe closer to two decades. I’ve seen a lot of changes. One constant has been the need for to have to speak up on behalf of others who need […]
I dream of hearing my voice again on a Sunday Ah, Sundays! Crazy Sundays. Growing up, my mom would have me perform skits, dances, story-telling and musicals. She loved “crazy Sundays.” Having me perform brought her such joy. We would laugh for hours. It was where […]
Being silent nevermore: I now raise the roof on behalf of those whose voices have been muted Growing up I was labeled as “gifted”. I was offered the opportunity to skip a grade, which I wisely declined. Teachers in the South Bronx loved me. I was studious. I […]
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