Hi friends, I find it ironic that I am writing about the work we do in a time when work as we know it has been completely upended. But even more so, it forces us to ask the questions of what we deem as success, […]

Read the preceding posts in the Micah6.8 series here: Part 1: never productive enough, Part 2: the food we eat. It was hard for me to write this post. Ironically, it had to do with wanting to make it beautiful, perfect, have things fit together […]

To read Part 1 of the Micah 6.8 series: Never productive enough. “Our kitchens and other eating places more and more resemble filling stations, as our homes more and more resemble motels. ‘Life is not very interesting,’ we seem to have decided. ‘Let its satisfactions […]

I haven’t done a series in a while, in fact since I did the farming series back when I launched the blog.  But, last weekend, I was in New York City for a friends’ wedding and had some good conversation with college friends about the […]

This baby sweater was knitted as a stress response. It was 10:30a.m. on a Monday morning and I was home, instead of at lab. My project left at the desk of an overworked organic chemist, while I sat in my grey rolling chair, unable to […]

Meredith Grey (Voice over) No one believes that their life will turn out just kind of okay. We all think we are going to be great.  And from the day we decide to be surgeons, we are filled with expectation. Expectations of the trails we […]

Christmas with my family has never been traditional. When we were younger, Dad would invite some of students over for dinner and we would gather around spare ribs in BBQ sauce, braised kailan, steaming bowls of rice. My sister and I would reenact Angel Gabriel […]

  Movement 1: Orientation I feel my toes first – they’re toasty under the thick comforter. The early morning light has bathed my room in the soft glow of dawn, the colour of a teaspoon of turmeric swirled into coconut milk. My eyes adjust to […]

You’re supposed to breathe deep when you stretch. I was in a stretch class last Sunday, my legs hovering over the ground in a split position as I silently preached this to myself. “Breathe into it, Vivienne, relax….” the mantra so counter to all that […]

“You just feel stuck.” The words sunk in my heart like stones. “Stuck,” she pushed around the soggy quinoa on the plate with her fork, “you know, when you don’t know where to go from here.” I had added too much water to the quinoa, […]