I’m reading an interesting book, Being Mortal: Medicine and What Matters in the End, by surgeon, writer and public health researcher Atul Gawande. Only halfway through, already I have stumbled upon a mini revelation I wanted to share. Gawande writes that through our modernization of medicine, we have succeeded in extending lives but have failed… Continue reading What matters, part 2
“I hate people,” posted a friend to Facebook recently. “People suck,” I replied. What prompted this venomous spew? Was it in response to the Orlando shooting? The Stanford swimmer, or his imbecile father? It could have been either or both, or an infinite number of other bits of news, but instead it was in response… Continue reading Birds of a Feather
I used to care an awful lot about wrapping paper, particularly Christmas wrap. I would pride myself on selecting just the right hand crafted papers from boutique gift shops the likes of Kuhl-Linscomb and Events here in Houston. I would pair them with fabric ribbons – never those store-bought, pre-made bows! – to complement our… Continue reading What matters.
I am a rule follower. My utopia is a place where there is a single set of rules that everyone understands and by which everyone abides. Shades of gray are disconcerting to me. Being a rule follower is at the same time very liberating and very limiting. In Myers-Briggs taxonomy, I am an INTJ. The… Continue reading Black and White and Shades of Gray