You may trust me because I have an M.D. That may mean, to you, that I have information that you don’t have. I know things about your body – about bodies – that you are not privy to by virtue of your non-expert station in life. You may trust me because I am a woman.
I walked into my recently resumed Sunday morning dance class to hear one of the teachers, struggling to proclaim through her mask, “Freedom is the opportunity to do what’s right…so let’s do what’s right ladies, and do our part to end this pandemic.” The phrase “what’s right” echoed in my mind like a haunting. What
There’s a phrase we all keep hearing: It doesn’t make sense. We’ve heard it from citizen journalists, from hospital and police force whistleblowers, and from otherwise compliant and law abiding self-quarantiners whose personal, lived experience simply isn’t adding up to what they are being told is happening by mainstream media. So what is it that
When your foot hurts, it can help to ask why it hurts rather than to reflexively reach for a Tylenol. Especially if the asking helps you to see that you have a piece of glass in it. With the clarity to look for a root cause, the option to manage the symptoms with a chemical
Powerlessness. That is what so many of us are struggling with in this moment of great transition, globally. Any narrative about what’s going on that points to something we can’t control as the cause of our worry leaves us feeling small, out of control, and afraid. Kinda like when we were kids. What if this