helping physician moms get their evenings back
May came in like December. Softball, lacrosse, a solo college move, an international trip to plan. It was genuinely a lot. But my charts are closed. And I was actually there for all of it.
When she first came to me, she already knew what she thought. She had instincts, opinions, inner wisdom. What she didn’t have was trust in it.
I was sitting in the car line outside my daughter’s school when my pager went off. What happened next is something I’ve thought about for a long time.