The struggle to search for meaning. It’s 2020. There’s art.
Filters in development
This time last year I was bawling my eyes out in a public restroom.
Nine things I learned in clerkship
When the world burns, so do our hearts.
More thoughts on dreaming
Are the bright lights dimming?
It’s me, your girl (now with an MBA)
Regardless of where your medical degree will take you, any issue will always be political, it will always be economic, it will always be social…
Renaissance: Art Season 2020
It’s almost art season in the Philippines. Time to rise from the (metaphorical) grave.
ten weeks and four lifetimes ago
If you’re going through hell, keep smiling.
It’s been a month and some change since I turned 24. It’s time to say thank you.
eye of the storm
I was that baby doctor who aspired towards the most unknown and unknowable.
Living stories (s/p IM)
The art of medicine is a lot like the art of writing.