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…
Each foot hits the ground with increasing force, stamping resilience into the rest of the body. The hot, humid air is stifling the motivation that…
I have wrestled with this blog post for months now. After the circumstances of this past year, many have asked me to write a blogpost……
Costa Rica. Uruguay. Cuba. Puerto Rico. Mexico. Dominican Republic. South Carolina. Colombia. Dr. López excitedly marked down the places of origin of each of the…
I have grappled with this post, both with how to articulate the words and feelings I felt and still feel as well as with the…
“Take the history.” In medical school, I quickly learned this was the go-to answer that would always be right but also buy you a few…
Dear Rising M3s, First things first, congratulations! You have officially moved past one of the hardest experiences in medical school (the dreaded Step 1). You…
Starting my third year of medical school brought a mix of emotions: eagerness, nervousness and wonder. Now halfway through, my heart has been touched and…
Medicine is my dream. It puts you to the test, figuratively and literally. Being able to be in its presence is something that is earned…