Somehow, I have become an activist. This was never my intent. All I ever planned was to write my memoir. I did not intend to be a public...

(For Part I of this series, click here) “You need to make friends with it,” advised my surgeon. She smiled at me, her long straight...

When I was 28 years old, I briefly dated a surgical resident. Perhaps like all surgeons, he was smart, decisive, and pleased with...

In elementary school, my life divided into two clear zones. There were areas in which I excelled, and areas in which I was pitiful....