Empathy

I strained to pick out sounds that seemed familiar. The kids were all outside, laughing and screaming, in mostly a good way. The hosts had rented a bounce castle + water slide combo, it’s a beautiful sunny Saturday in central Georgia. As I stirred the ice around my instant cà…

Is watching others suffer. — You hear their screams through the glass. You watch their body coil as your muscles tighten. You feel their breath in your lungs. You see their thoughts in your head. It brings you down to the ground with them. The only thing of theirs that you don’t share is the…

I remember in vivid detail my first patient death. I had an older gentleman on comfort care, meaning we were doing everything to keep him in a relaxed state while he transitioned on. His family was at the bedside and requested I bring him pain medicine. …

Explaining Racially Motivated Injustices to My Curious Young Sons While scrolling through a post about the massacre in Buffalo, my 4-year-old son saw the image of the perpetrator. “Mommy, is that the man who killed the people in Buffalo?” A few days later, as I stared at a collage of…

…and tracking the rise and fall of lily-livered liberalism WARNING: This article includes plot spoilers… I’m not sure there is a book in the world I know better than To Kill A Mockingbird. Like hundreds of thousands of British adults, Harper Lee’s classic was the source of months of anxiety…