In practice, this gig is easier than expected. It’s my mind that throws me off.
“The problem with writing about my anxiety is that I want it to be a closed narrative.”
The day after the election, the last threads of attachment I felt to home frayed and finally broke.
“Alternating ecstasy and despair characterize resident life in particular, and medical practice in general.”
I do not feel that I choose the fear so much as it chooses me.
“A body always returns to the place that shaped it.”
“Like most people in education, I wanted to make a difference.”
My cousin’s stories of being a Detroit cop could have come straight out of an opera.