The hospital was nestled in the rolling foothills of the Rocky Mountains. The jagged horizon had gravity -- it pulled you in. Here, the trees grow deep against harsh winds, and the summer bloom is brief. It was winter. People came from all over the world. Some to take pictures.
Forgive others for who they think they are, And love others for who they really are. This thought came to me as I reflected on the recent death of my uncle, a complicated man who was not just family but a mentor to me. He is my mother's
“Your silence will not protect you.” These piercing words come from Audre Lorde, the Black lesbian feminist, poet, and civil rights activist who wrote one of the most urgent essays on identity and illness ever published. In The Transformation of Silence into Language and Action, published in 1984, she reminds
“I’m ok” is not ok. In medicine, strength is often a mask — and silence isolates us. Healing begins when we ask for help. We are not our performance or perfection; we are human. Let’s name the struggle, end the myth of invulnerability, and make it safe to be seen and rescued.