It had been five minutes since I turned on the sound machine in my daughter’s room. At just over one year old, she is the world’s most sensitive sleeper fifty percent of the time. We tiptoe when we walk down her hallway, and we refuse to watch anything with guns or a laugh track after […]
Match Day at the Spa
Ah, Match Day. How fondly I look back on your tranquility. My husband matched last year into one of the most competitive fields, which meant, naturally, that we were the picture of zen all day. Across the board, medical students find out on Monday whether or not they matched, and then have a brief, stress […]