Narratively

I thought it was hilarious when my friend in medical school snuck me into the exam room—until I was asked to lead the procedure.

As a pediatrician at a hospital, I see tons of tragedy but am rarely given a moment to mourn. Taking just a few minutes to honor their lives helps me keep going.

Sometimes acting like a teenage rebel is the only way to feel in control.

After I was touched inappropriately as a kid, and then not touched at all for years, the right pair of well-trained hands helped me finally feel comfortable in my own skin.

When my brother died too young, an unexpected dark joke helped my family deal with the grief.