Clockwise from top left: spring in Boston (x2), pear poached in white wine and cardamom, welcoming the sun back to Boston (x2), Boston Public Garden at sunset.
June 6, 2021
April 4, 2021
Becoming a Hopeful Realist
"I define hope as distinct from optimism or idealism. It has nothing to do with wishing. It references reality at every turn and reveres truth. It lives open eyed and whole heartedly with the darkness that is woven ineluctably into the light of life and seems to overcome it. Hope, like every virtue, is a choice that becomes a habit that becomes spiritual memory.
It's a renewable resource for moving through life as it is, not as we wish it to be."
Krista Tippett
"If you numb the hard things, you're also numbing the chance to feel all the expansion and the growth and the beauty."
Ruthie Lindsay
Masks can't hide our pained eyes when a newborn is intubated for a rare, unfortunate infection that leaves their brain barely functioning. Lab coats don't shield our hearts when a patient is admitted, in the next room, after an attempted suicide.
I've learned that working in a hospital requires not only the brains to provide the highest quality treatment, but also the lungs to breathe life-giving words to hurting people, the backbone to bear the reality of life’s fragility, and the heart to stay, serve, and relentlessly pursue the mission of leaving others better than when you found them.
March 21, 2021
February 28, 2021
February 15, 2021
Reforming Visual Culture: The Ethics of Hunger Photography
I was eleven when I opened my first email account. Among messages from friends about middle school politics, chain emails with photos of emaciated children stand out in my memory. There was one - a small, thin child lying head down on the ground, a few feet away from a vulture - that came to mind every time I wanted to leave my plate unfinished or turned my noise up at dinner.
Such photos leave deep impressions, but they are no longer novel to our visual culture – in fact, they have become quite familiar. Whether published to shame Western gluttony or tug heartstrings and pockets for financial support, most hunger photography has contributed to a dominant visual narrative of protruding ribs and distended bellies, allowing circumstantial poverty to define the subjects. Images can certainly help to improve the food insecurity landscape by eliciting emotion and inspiring action. However, their net impact depends on the ethical grounds by which they were produced and published. Some have reiterated oppressive structures and “othering” (Figure 1) while others have advanced individual agency and civic engagement (Figures 2 and 3).
January 31, 2021
Becoming Human
My medicine cabinet once held reruns of Friends, quizzes predicting where I'll run away to next, a mud-soaked pair of sneakers, a scale, a packed agenda I didn't care about, a bottle of melatonin, and lavender essential oil.
Today, what's left are a book and a journal. Everything else has been stripped away.
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I've been wringing out the remainder of my strength after twelve hour days on my knees, silent tears soaking my pillow.
It's the gut wrenching stories, not the guts, that keep me tossing and turning all night long. Some of them trigger haunting memories. Others can't be shaken because of how unimaginable they are. The fragility within the intensive care units keeps us on our toes. So much can happen at any second. There's nothing a hospital doesn't see, yet there's only so much medicine can do.
November 11, 2020
Autumn Portraits: The Aycarts
November 8, 2020
Autumn Portraits: The Changs
November 4, 2020
October 11, 2020
Banana Bread
Thursday afternoon, my mom sent me the following message: "Where's your banana bread recipe? I can't find it on your blog."
This tickled me in two ways - 1) my mom - who did not grow up baking - wanted to bake in the middle of a busy work season, and 2) my mom considers this sporadically maintained blog a recipe box!
October 4, 2020
Autumn Portraits: Meet the Robinsons
Meet the Robinsons: No need to travel to the future to experience love so other-worldly. The hallways of your heart may be dark and full of cracks, but they're on a mission to fill every crevice, nook, and cranny, one spoonful of love and cake at a time.
September 13, 2020
Olive Oil Cake with Figs
September 6, 2020
Webster Woods
The woods are where the living, the breathing, and the wild tower over my head. As I wander, the day’s soft light spills across sturdy bark spines made resilient with age. The branches whisper “peace, be still;” they are rooted to the tree on restoration’s path. In this sacred space, I reconnect with the quiet spirits of curiosity and wonder. I feel them, in my bones, reawakened and renewed with energy. These trees, so full of life, impart much life to me
August 30, 2020
Sunday Dialogues: August
Augusts are highly anticipated, full of changes to come and memories to be made.
Five Augusts ago, with a plane ticket to Atlanta in hand, I hugged my brother with tears streaming down both our faces. We'd always been two peas in a pod, so close that when traveling, we'd take advantage of our anonymity and pretend we were twins, so mischievous that relatives would mistake us for one another over the phone. We had never lived apart from one another, and 2015 marked the first of many transition-filled Augusts to come.
Year after year, August wrapped up summer jobs and internships, bookmarked church friendships, opened the door to a new address and a new community. August brought on the friction caused by the desire to be on your best behavior rubbing against the struggle to muster up grace when you're sweating and hauling heavy crates of books up another disappointing set of creaky stairs. It often ended with more emotional pivots, the bittersweet exchange of "be good, okay?", and afterwards, the first lonely night, unpacking with music to fill the silence, wondering if this academic year, things would be different.