Two Poems The Other Room “They’re doing compressions!” I heard ring through the hall.I was with a frail, elderly, demented woman though. She’d fallen, hit her…

Death. We say the word and instantly shudder. It is something our subconscious has decided to suppress from our mind. We constantly fight death – outsmarting it with medications…

Recently, I have had thought-provoking discussions with fellow classmates about being introverted. Some physicians advise students to “become more extroverted,” which is easier said than…

We are all in medical school because of other people; not one of us made it here without relying on a support system. My family…

Last week, many of my classmates were posting “last day of school” photos as we completed our final classes of medical school, often captioning them…

Yesterday I ran. I stepped outside into the blue sky and I fled, needing to feel my lungs burn. There were daffodils dancing and children…

These past few months have been an unprecedented time of social and economic upheaval. For many of us, the effects of the pandemic have been…

As Match day comes steadily closer and closer and thoughts of the future come creeping in, despite attempts to push them away, I can’t help…

Call me fanatical… but is it just me, or do we find value in productivity, in the busyness of each day, in the “go go…

It started when I was young. My Papou (“grandfather” in Greek) had died. I remember standing in a line, surrounded by people in black, in…