Just today I completed a successful visit to the Registry of Motor Vehicles in Massachusetts. This may not seem like a huge accomplishment, but for me it felt like a triumph compared to my last two visits for a license renewal. In the best of circumstances making a tri...

In mid-morning of October 2nd, 1996 I was in my second floor bathroom tub in the midst of heavy labor with my first son. I had chosen to have a home birth for several reasons, one of which was that I was not a big fan of hospitals to begin with. I bristled at the thoug...

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I have been blessed with an incredible education.

I attended Yale University where I majored in Philosophy and learned how to think critically and argue wisely. Following this I attended Brown University for medical school where I was encour...

Nora is  4 years old. She and her family have traveled to the United States seeking asylum. It has been a long and difficult journey, but with her mother keeping her close she trusts that she will be safe.

When she arrives at the border with her family she is taken from...

Through my life I have had more than one experience that has brought me to my knees. Like many people, I have had sudden and unexpected changes that shifted the course of my life — but not before leaving me in a place of the complete unknown. A helpless place, that I c...

In recent news, the Dominican author Junot Diaz wrote a deeply resonant account of his childhood rape and the lifelong effect the trauma had on his thoughts, actions, behaviors, world view, and sense of identity. Not surprisingly, an immediate reaction from many women...

It was ten years ago. She was 27 and he was 60. He was a powerful man who could advance her career, and she was willing to meet with him in the hopes that a professional opportunity would materialize.

She was not even remotely attracted to him. Still, she agreed to join...

Back in 2005, when my “picture perfect” life began to dissolve, I sank into a deep depression. My life as I knew it would never be the same, and my feelings of worthlessness led me into a period of suicidal ideation. With the help of my therapist, some anti-depressa