Local Doc on the Block
It has been about a year since we moved out of the “inner city.” It’s an experience we are still processing with many mixed feelings, among them relief, disappointment, and shame. It is a relief to be able to walk around the block without fear of hearing gunshots, to sleep at night with...
We stared at the piece of plastic and sank into the futon. Positive. We were sure of it even as our minds struggled to grasp the enormity and totality of its meaning. Positive. Were we ready for this, for anything? Positive. We were going to be parents.
“Hey, Bubbles has a gift for you. He’s been looking for you, since you saved his life,” my neighbor said casually. I was somewhat surprised; Bubbles (not his real street name) was a young man whom I met while administering first aid for an injury sustained on my block. Bubbles had a critical...
A college mentor once told me that if one wants to sound intelligent in a group conversation, but doesn’t really know what’s going on, one must simply exclaim, “But where do you draw the line?!” preferably in a British accent. I’m drawing the line here. —————————————————————– I finish crying and...
I Peter 4:12-19 Beloved, do not be surprised at the fiery trial when it comes upon you to test you, as though something strange were happening to you. But rejoice insofar as you share Christ’s sufferings, that you may also rejoice and be glad when his glory is revealed. Back in...
Last month while I was staying late at work, my roommate texted me a photo of Lloyd. My car’s name is Lloyd, Lloyd Car. (Go Blue!) Lloyd’s front bumper was badly dented and one side was on the ground. Someone smushed it with his Dodge Charger and drove off. A...
There is an icebreaker question used in small groups: “If your house was on fire, what three things would you rescue?“ The sunlight began creeping down our broken blinds, making its way into the late Sunday afternoon. I laid on the sofa exhausted, eyelids dragging. There was a pile of dirty laundry...
There were some moments during dental school when I wanted to [insert extreme and irrational self-destructive or escapist behaviour here]. I would then reread my dental apps personal statement, wonder “HOW COULD I POSSIBLY BE THE SAME PERSON WHO WROTE THIS? WHAT AM I DOING HERE? AND WHY ARE THERE...
