It’s a funny thing when you tread familiar paths for one final time. The hallways and corridors you’ve paced innumerable back-and-forths suddenly feel like little museums of personal history. I walked down the halls of Harborview for my last time as a chief resident, yesterday. It was my last day of residency—the finish line to…

Time and again, the burden of integration falls on the already marginalized.

A midnight reflection while jumping out to a head start on those sleepless nights…

No, we cannot change the past. Nor can we ignore that American academia was erected in an environment of exclusion and prejudice. But must we monumentalize it on our walls?

Taking stock of the colors and shade that fuel our scientific progress

The container of brown fuzz was shoved far under my dorm bed so no one would notice it. But apparently not far enough. “Why do you have a stash of pork floss?” my friend asked, nonchalantly pointing out the plastic tub with its red and white Chinese label. ““Pork floss”? I was so surprised I…

A couple things I’m grateful for…

I explain to myself the realities of being a doctor