It all comes down to this

After 30 applications, 35,000 miles in the air, 1,000 miles on the road, 14 security lines, six hotels rooms, eight homes of family and friends, 16 dinners on my best behavior and 22 days of...

Town Doctor

The road to the town where I did my rural clerkship travels east from Portland until you reach a sharp turn off Highway 84 that heads south. Soon after leaving the highway, you lose cellphone...

The question we all know is coming

I am halfway through my third year of medical school and so far, I absolutely love it. I feel one thousand times more like a doctor than I did six months ago, and I’ve learned more in these six...

The art of studying

During my first year of medical school, I looked forward to writing blog posts. Back then, everything was new so I had a lot to say about what I was experiencing—the clinical exposure, the...

Turkey day as a medical student

The transition from the first to second year of medical school is fairly seamless as far as our daily routine is structured. In both years we're mostly in the classroom, pouring through...

The Godfather

One month in Roatan has felt like a lifetime. I find that when I travel to a new place, the more different the daily life is from my own, the more the experiences stand out in my mind, and...

Another day in the life

  My first year of medical school is now behind me forever. I am sitting on an airplane, which, after a 3-hour delay, appears to be getting ready to take off. This plane is heading to...

Lost in the trees

I used to write just to write, for no particular reason – it was just something I liked to do. I had one of those way-too-popular black Moleskine journals that are about the size of a back...

The first days are the hardest days?

This article is about growing older. Today is my birthday, so this feels like an appropriate topic. With each year that passes, the tasks we are responsible for are altered. This is especially...

The Common Language of Human Anatomy

Last Sunday I walked down the aisle of an airplane with my backpack draped over my shoulder and Frank Netter’s Atlas of Human Anatomy under my arm. There was no point in packing the book, as I...