Category: Medicine Meets Art

Over the years I’ve experienced and witnessed some intense and powerful grief. The kind of grief that can command all of your consciousness, monopolize time and put a tight grip onto an unrealistic perspective. Grief for my healing body and what it used to be. Grief for tragic loss of friendship, grief for love ones…

I’ve never been a profound writer or speaker. Nor would I ever pretend that I know the best ways to process the forks in the road that life repeatedly navigates me to. I will admit that I’m fairly predictable with what I do to process and internalize my sometimes complex and real life scenarios. I…