Everyone says it: 'Doctors make the worst patients'. I don't completely believe this. I think many of us have a particular way of handling our own illnesses and injuries. I think we often expect too much of our own bodies and our own minds. And yes, sometimes we have crazy ideas: Sickness and pain is for other people! I don't have time for this! And besides, how could something like this happen to me? I know too much to get sick! And humph, now that I'm in this situation,

I am lying on my yoga mat in heart bench, a block under my upper back, lifting my chest skyward and another, lower one, supporting my head, my feet together, my knees wide. Class is about to start, and I am wondering why I am here. Like many other people in this class and like the hundreds of thousands of people in yoga and meditation classes all over the U.S., I am here because life is hard and complicated, and I want to believe that something can make it easier, can help

I noticed today that it's been a while since I last wrote a post. I'm also, for the first time, a little behind on my work for my MFA, and feeling the pressure of my deadlines. And I have left a freelance medical writing project sitting in my inbox, hoping that the publisher is not in a rush. This is not my usual modus operandi. I tend to be a little obsessive and compulsive. I like to stay on top of my work. I have never been the kind of doctor to leave a bunch of open