Musings on the cusp of 50.

I am far too young to feel this old, wear my hair the way I do.

The death of the patriarchy won’t come easy, but it is a gift to all of us. So let’s join forces to create something new.

Musings from the operating room floor.

Shoulda, coulda, woulda, and other lukewarm fairy tales.

Before writing a new post, I re-read drafts sitting in the hopper. And this appeared.