Dr. Bhatia was a masterful, talented surgeon, a man who understood that removing a little boy’s splinter was just as important as removing the tumor that was in his brain.
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Simcha and Guilt
Somewhere between closing the metaphorical door of any traumatic situation and getting sucked into the constant vortex of pain and victimhood, there’s a middle place of relative contentment. Of just understanding that it is what it is.
Two Years
Facebook just shared some memories with me today. Not that I needed Facebook to tell me where I was two years ago and what my friends were tagging me in on their status updates that day.
Healing
This is my article that appeared on Huffington Post last week. I’m reposting it here. If you are looking to give charity this holiday season, I highly recommend making a donation to Chai Lifeline or Ohr Meir, two remarkable organizations that transform… Read More ›
Getting the Wind Knocked Out of Me
When I was 13, I was kicked in the solar plexus. It was during a karate class in 7th grade and the girl I was sparring with delivered the roundhouse kick a bit stronger and faster than we were supposed to. It knocked… Read More ›