Friday Links Round-Up

I have a few new links to share with you.

Jennette Fulda, author of Chocolate & Vicodin, posted a lovely review of In the Kingdom of the Sick. It’s always nice to hear feedback from someone who lives in the kingdom, too.

I took a break from writing about health and science and my newest post over at WBUR’s Cognoscenti is all about education in the digital age.

Lastly, I had the chance to read Whole, Dr. T Colin Campbell’s new book, and interviewed him about the whole food, plant-based diet and disease prevention for WBUR’s Commonhealth. Prevention is incredibly important, but does placing so much emphasis on nutrition as the cause and cure for much of what ails us place unrealistic expectations on those with genetic and/or autoimmune conditions? See what Dr. Campbell has to say, and share your comments or experiences with the WFPB diet over there.

Have a great weekend!

One and Only; One and Everything? (Or, Parenting after Infertility)

First there was Frank Bruni’s NYT essay on the gift of siblings, which was quoted, linked to and shared all over social media. It’s a lovely piece, and one that made me pause and really consider how much of my life experiences were and are shaped by having siblings, in my case, older brothers.

Bruno quotes writer Jeffrey Kluger, who observed that ““Siblings are the only relatives, and perhaps the only people you’ll ever know, who are with you through the entire arc of your life.” That shared history and familiarity can be a tremendous gift, and source of comfort.

Next came Lauren Sandler’s Op-Ed on being an only child and being the parent of an only child, a precursor to the release of her new book, One and Only: The Freedom of Having an Only Child, and the Joy of Being One. (It’s next up on my reading list.) In her article, Sandler takes on the misconceptions attributed to only children—that they are spoiled, selfish loners—as well as their parents, who must also be selfish, or care more about money or material goods than parents who have several children. She uses research to beat back these assumptions, and urges readers to consider the numbers:

“In hundreds of studies during the past decades exploring 16 character traits — including leadership, maturity, extroversion, social participation, popularity, generosity, cooperativeness, flexibility, emotional stability, contentment — only children scored just as well as children with siblings….only children are, in fact, no more self-involved than anyone else. It turns out brutal sibling rivalry isn’t necessary to beat the ego out of us; peers and classmates do the job.”

Lately, it seems like conversations about family dynamics and the decisions we make regarding family size are everywhere, and I find them cropping up all over the place in my own life, too. At two and half, my daughter is at the age where many of her classmates and friends now have younger siblings. All her cousins have siblings. Sweetly and innocently, she’s already asked me why she doesn’t have brothers or sisters. “Some families and bigger, and some are smaller,” I tell her. “What matters is that families love each other.”

When we’re in line at grocery stores, when I’m pushing her on the swings at the playground, or chatting with other moms, people ask me if she’s my first, if we’re going to have more. It’s a totally natural question, but if you’re parenting after infertility (and high-risk pregnancies) and/or parenting with chronic illness, it isn’t an easy or automatic question. It’s one I’ve been fielding since I was still pregnant with her. My response then was that I was focused on bringing this baby into the world safely, not future babies.

My response now echoes a similar sentiment. “We’re enjoying where we are right now.” After the long journey to get here, the fact that we have this happy, healthy little girl still blows our minds. Everyone responds to parenting after infertility in different ways. We never thought we’d be here, and some days it feels almost greedy or presumptuous or lacking in gratitude to assume lightning would strike twice like this. That might sound strange, but I wonder if some of you out there can relate.

What is a normal conversation for many other families, what is a natural progression in size for many families, is anything but for families with infertility or chronic illness (not that these are the only variables that make this complicated, of course—these are merely the ones that shape my perspective.) I wish this conversation was different for us, but that isn’t our reality. A few years ago, I wrote that the responsibility involved in making a decision like this—to embark on this high-risk road—was staggering. But really, the responsibility of being a parent in general is staggering, the competing considerations don’t get easier: We owe her the best of us, emotionally and physically. Siblings can be so enriching and wonderful. So are healthy (relatively speaking) parents.

It’s not an either-or situation, clearly, but what our responsibilities are to her as a toddler and young child and what she might want or need later are sometimes hard to navigate.

If she is an only child, I admit I sometimes worry about the misguided assumptions about only children as being spoiled or expecting the world to go their way, but I also know that her friends, relatives, and her experiences being in school, existing in groups, and generally learning to be social and empathetic. We’ve worked consciously to find a community, and communities within that larger community, where she will be supported and where she will feel connected to people beyond just the two of us. She calls her extended family and her gaggle of cousins “my people” and those bonds are incredibly important, and will be her shared history, too.

As I read Sandler’s essay and some related interviews with her, one thing that really struck me were all the negative labels attached to parents with only children—that their choices reflect selfishness or materialism, that they chose a small family so they wouldn’t have to deal with the chaos and inconveniences of more children, etc.

Maybe their choices reflect what is best for their individual family unit, and what allows everyone to thrive. Maybe it has always been their plan, their ideal social, economic, and philosophical situation. Maybe it isn’t their ideal choice, and the inability to have more children is a source of immense sadness. Whatever the reason, I don’t understand or appreciate the instinct to judge this choice, to assume negative motivations behind it, or to question the decisions parents make in terms of limiting their family size.

I know firsthand the many benefits of siblings. As a parent in a potential only-child family, I’m hopeful the benefits and opportunities of this path are enriching, too. I appreciate Sandler’s work and that she’s using research to speak back to these stereotypes—I wish she didn’t have to, though.

Psychology Today and recent headlines

I am thrilled to have the opportunity to blog at Psychology Today. My first post at my new blog, In the Kingdom of the Sick, is up today. I would love it if you’d click on over, leave a comment, and subscribe to it. I will be posting lots of new content and articles over there, and will not replicate the material that appears here on my personal blog.

I also have a new piece up over at Cognoscenti, WBUR’s Ideas and Opinions page, where I am a regular contributor. It’s all about collaboration between patient and provider, and why participatory medicine is so important. I wrote a lot about this in my new book, and am happy to see it getting mainstream media attention.

Up next here: a book review of My Foreign Cities, a memoir about a woman’s experiences living with her husband’s cystic fibrosis.

Making Order Out of Chaos

When I read Duncan Cross’s prompt for the latest edition of the Patients For A Moments blog carnival, which asks how we recharge, I was sitting in my home office. Stacks of bills and paperwork that needed to be filed took up most of the desk space. An assortment of mail, cards, and other mementos took up residence on top of the filing cabinet, patiently waiting to be stored more permanently. Folders filled with journal articles and research piled up in leaning towers on the floor, competing with books I need to read and review, files to read through for my teaching and research projects, and various stickers and drawings from my trusty little assistant.

In short, my home office reflected the state of my life the past several months—exciting and productive but incredibly intense and long, too. (Teaching an overload (4 courses), managing the pre-launch book tour and subsequent book tour, doing in-person book events and interviews, freelancing, helping out with care before and after my father’s transplant, etc.)

Having all these very big things happen all at once equals a lot of emotion, a lot of responsibilities, and very little sleep. My husband works weekends, too, and with some juggling the two of us we kept up with the basics: laundry, weekly cleaning (dusting/vacuuming/scrubbing), cooking, etc.

But the long-term stuff? The filing, the organizing of pantry and shelves, the sorting through drawers, the de-cluttering and boxing up of old toys and games? All that stuff slipped to the wayside. We were just trying to keep up with the everyday stuff; filing paperwork was just not a priority.

This all goes back to the central question Duncan Cross asks—what do we do to recharge when we are run down? After reading it, I ignored the looming deadlines, closed down my laptop, and spent some time organizing my office. The desktop was pristine. Each scrap of paper had its rightful folder. Each stack of folders had its rightful drawer. I felt a little less burnt out and frazzled.

For a moment, I debated sitting back down and tackling the deadlines, but something in me just couldn’t. I’d done that at the expense of so much for so long.

So then came clearing out all our drawers and closets, then the intense dusting behind and underneath the furniture, and I felt even less burnt out and frazzled. Then came the whole downstairs, too. A couple hours later, I flopped down on the couch, wheezy and exhausted, but it was the first time in so long I felt settled. Even though I was incredibly sleep deprived and getting over a sinus infection, I felt so energized.

While the examples are not always so extreme and time-consuming, I realized after the fact that putting my life into order in the midst of chaos is something that always makes me feel a little better. Even something as small as writing out a To Do list has the power to both calm and recharge me when I am a hospital patient and I am physically unable to make order out of the chaos.

After a 14-hour stint at the hospital the day of my father’s transplant, my husband made sure the house was clean and organized before I got home, because he knew it would make me feel better to have things orderly when I was in such an emotional state.

My office is now a sunny, neat place to get work done, instead of a omnipresent reminder of how frenzied the past few months have been, and putting more order back into the household makes me feel like I have more control over my life in general.

How do you recharge? What do you do when life and stress and illness start to spiral?

Navigating Work-Life Balance by Asking for What You Need (Part 2)

In this final installment of a week-long series on chronic illness and employment, we pick up where we left off: frustrated by her circumstances and her chronic conditions, Leah Roman had a huge choice to make. Just how much was she willing to sacrifice her health? If she asked for what she truly needed, what would that look like? Follow the rest of her story, in her own words. We’d love to hear your thoughts on her big decision.

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From August to October 2012, I dealt with a particularly bad flare-up.  As it had in the past, my flare incited my chronic hip bursitis.  The bursitis made it almost impossible to get up and down the stairs- a feat required of the two-train commute into my Philadelphia office.  There are 48 stairs just to reach the train platform in my suburban town.  After trying various strategies to accommodate the commute (e.g., traveling with my husband so he could carry all my stuff; using the SEPTA elevators-which are often hard to find and/or out of service), I always seemed to get the same result:

I always collapsed on the couch exhausted at 6:30pm.  I was too tired to make dinner.  I was too tired to exercise.  I was too tired to make social plans.  I avoided plans on weeknights because I was too exhausted from that day’s work.  I avoided plans on weekends because I needed that time to recover from one exhausting week before another exhausting week started on Monday.

After much soul searching, I decided to take the advice of a mentor who helped me adjust to a life with chronic illness.  She said, “Ask for what you need”.  So I did.

I needed a flexible schedule.  I needed a commute that was physically do-able, even on the worst day.  I needed to reduce my stress level.  I needed to feel more independent and get through my day without so much help.  I needed to get over my fear of working from home.

My biggest fear was that working from home would be isolating. Having a chronic illness is isolating enough and I often thought that going into the office (even with its challenges) got me moving and socializing when my instinct may have been to hide at home under the covers. I was also lucky enough to have my best friend in Philly work just across the aisle in our workspace. I got through many difficult days because we made time to have lunch together and she has consistently been one of my biggest cheerleaders. I was worried about the isolation of working at home without our lunch dates.

Even with these fears and uncertainty, I left my full-time position and started my own public health consulting business in January 2013.  I immediately felt relaxed.  With chronic illness, so much is out of our control. Now I could decide when to work and how much to work. I particularly enjoy the opportunity to control the message about my health and my recent work change.  No- I am not “too sick” to work.  Instead, I made a conscious decision to design an employment situation for myself that was balanced, enjoyable, profitable, and sustainable- flare or no flare.

Prior to January, I would drag myself out of bed at 6:30am- often with a poor night’s sleep due to one nagging pain or another.  My husband and I joked that he duct taped me together (i.e., collected my work bag, packed my lunch, found my keys) and shoved me out the door in time to catch the train.  By the time I arrived at my desk, I was exhausted!

In contrast, I am now well rested.  I sleep until I naturally wake up.  My morning starts very calmly with breakfast and conversation with my husband.  I’ve noticed that this calm morning carries into the workday.  I no longer feel pressured to work early “regular hours” like everyone else.  I work when my body is naturally energized (usually 10:00am-6:30pm).

I also use my flexible schedule to integrate exercise or errands into the day when I have more energy.  I initially worried that work from home would be too sedentary.  After all, I was used to a city commute.  So I wear a pedometer every day.  If I have not walked enough, I explore the neighborhood or utilize the wonderful indoor track in our town.  I also took this opportunity to sign up for joint-friendly aquatic classes offered at our YMCA.  The majority of these classes are offered during the “regular” 9-5 workday, so they were previously inaccessible.  As I slid into the pool on my first day and immediately felt comforted by the cool water, the instructor recognized the peaceful look on my face.  “The water,” she said.  “It is like medicine.”

These aqua classes have been a game changer for me.  First, they have been a wonderful way to exercise.  I feel no pain when I am in the water.  Second, they are a great way to socialize- which helps address my fear of isolation now that I’m working from home.  With my aqua classmates, I’ve certainly found my place among fellow exercise misfits.  We have a mix of older and younger swimmers.  Almost everyone has limited ability to exercise “on land” due to obesity or injury or chronic disease or age or arthritis.  I love this group of people.

Back home in my office, I relish in my privacy…especially if I have a bad day.  I can sit in my office chair or on the couch and pack my hips or hands in ice without drawing any attention to myself. I do not need to explain myself anymore.

Putting together this post, I realize that I am incredibly lucky.  I am lucky to be on my husband’s (very good) health insurance so that I can be more flexible with my employment options.  I am lucky to work in public health, which is an industry that lends itself very well to contract and consulting work.  My business has been busy since the moment I started in January.  I am lucky to have incredible friends, family, and colleagues that have helped me get my company off the ground.

And finally (in some ways), I’m lucky for this illness. I know so many people that work their whole lives before realizing that they had no work-life balance, were burned out, and missed out on an opportunity for a better life.  Having a chronic illness forces you to consider these questions early.  It forces you to put yourself first and it teaches you to be creative in finding solutions for change.


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Visit Roman Public Health Consulting, LLC, and make sure you check out Leah’s blog, Pop Health. Thanks so much for sharing your story with us, Leah!

Navigating Work-Life Balance by Asking for What You Need (Part 1)

Picture this: You are young, you are ambitious, and you have big plans for career. Suddenly, chronic illness manifests itself, and everything changes. Now, you’re not simply a novice employee trying to make your mark, but you’re trying to figure out what’s going on with your body, how to hide your symptoms so you don’t look unreliable, and you aren’t sure how you can make all this work.

Sound familiar? The please read Leah Roman’s story below, in her own words, and share your experiences. It’s an insightful and thoughtful look at one woman’s journey in the professional world, and I think many of you can relate to the building tension and frustration in her story.

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In January 2006 I was 25 years old and very busy! That month I graduated with my Master of Public Health degree, started my first “professional” level job in the field, and landed in the emergency room with what I would later realize was the initial flare up of my chronic illness. I had swelling in my face and neck. I had hives. I had started having strange reactions to foods. I had a low-grade fever. In short- I felt terrible. Convinced it was simply an allergic reaction; the doctors pumped me full of Prednisone and Benadryl and sent me on my way.

I remember feeling paralyzed with anxiety during that time. How would I tell my new boss of two weeks that I needed to take a sick day? How would I ask her for the hours of sick time necessary to accommodate the follow-up appointments and tests to address my symptoms that simply would not go away? What if I eventually got too sick to work? I was single and needed to work full-time to keep my health insurance.

Since 2006 I have been operating with a “working diagnosis” of Undifferentiated Connective Tissue Disease (UCTD) to account for my joint pain, fatigue, sun sensitivity, and rashes. The chronic fevers, flushing, and food sensitivities remained a bit of an outlier until two years ago. I was referred to a talented autoimmune dermatologist who finally attributed that group of symptoms to a mast cell activation problem. The way she explained it was that my mast cells (the cells in your immune system that make histamine) “behave badly” and react to things they shouldn’t (e.g., food, heat, and sun). While there remains some debate about which symptoms are attributed to which condition (and whether I meet all the criteria for each), I have responded well to the updated cocktail of rheumatologic and antihistamine medications.

The first few years of work with this chronic illness were the hardest. Being young and naïve in the workplace, I did not always know my rights in terms of privacy. I did not always know how much to share and how much to keep private (especially when asked a direct question about my health by a supervisor). When I first got sick, I only ate food that I brought from home (due to my new food reactions). Several co-workers, to my face and behind my back, speculated that I must have an eating disorder- what else could explain my weight loss and refusal of catered or communal food?

In Laurie’s new book In the Kingdom of the Sick, I felt especially connected to the section about the workplace. Chronic illness symptoms do not always meet the criteria for a disability. Therefore, you may not be eligible for a formal accommodation. As she also points out, one of the major challenges is that your symptoms are often inconsistent- you may need an accommodation one day and not the next! And what about asking for accommodations for diagnoses that are unknown or tentative? Many of us wait years and years to get the correct diagnosis.

I found that I needed accommodation around issues that did not seem “normal” to my co-workers. For example, early in my career I declined an invitation to a staff sporting event being held on a near-by athletic field. Since it was being held outdoors in July (without shade), I had to decline. I declined because my extreme sun sensitivity can trigger fevers, rashes, and full-on flare-ups. Although I tried to explain the severity of my situation, I was told by my supervisor “You better start going to these events or people will think you are not a team player.” I received similar “warnings” over the years when I declined work dinners or parties where I was unable to eat the food and/or too fatigued to stand all night at an event after working all day.

I think it can be difficult for those without chronic illness to understand the intricate level of planning it can take to navigate a “normal” day at the office. For example, I have lived with low-grade fevers for seven years. When I shop for work clothes, my focus is primarily on finding layering options that can allow me to get down to short sleeves at a moment’s notice if my temperature begins to rise. I often “pre-treat” myself with Tylenol prior to an important meeting to ward off a fever and its resulting flushing. The experience of severe chronic flushing at work silenced me during meetings for many years.

I also spend a lot of time protecting myself from the various “hazards” in my physical environment. Having spent much of my working life in Boston and Philadelphia, I have worried about the health of several old buildings which have housed my offices. Some spaces have had a history of mold or water damage. How does that environment affect my poor easily activated mast cells? I have had reactions set off by colleagues sitting in close proximity while wearing strongly scented perfumes or lotions. And then there is the art of dodging co-workers who insist on coming to work sick and putting colleagues who take immune suppressant medications at an unfair risk for illness.

And finally, while it is exciting to be invited to present and attend conferences…work travel can be treacherous with a chronic illness! From the physical strength needed to maneuver your suitcase, to trying to stay on the eating-exercise-medication schedule that keeps you in balance…it can be exhausting. I once traveled to Missouri to co-facilitate a training. At the last minute, I discovered that I could not eat the meal options being provided by my host organization. As a result, I was up at 5am to visit the grocery store to purchase all the “Leah-friendly” food I would need to survive for the next two days.

To be fair, for each challenge and difficult situation that I faced in the workplace, there was a sensitive friend/co-worker/mentor/colleague that I met in my offices and travels as well. These people grabbed my suitcase and hoisted it into the overhead without asking; they sat apart from the group just to have lunch with me in the shade; they strategically steered colleagues to choose a restaurant where they knew I had safe food options; they did not ask why my schedule was a bit more flexible that everyone else’s. I am incredibly grateful for the kindness and friendship of every single one of these people.

I have spent the last seven years balancing these challenges and victories in an ongoing debate about my ideal work situation. Finally, I approached a turning point in August 2012.

Want to see how all of this resolved? To be continued….

Chronic Illness, Employment, and Kickstarting Your Career

One question that has come up in several In the Kingdom of the Sick posts—including this great Q&A over at DiabetesMine—is how disability rights have influenced chronic illness, particularly in the work place. Navigating chronic illness as a working professional is something I talk about extensively in my first book, Life Disrupted, and is something I’ve posted about here, too. I am not surprised I’m getting lots of questions about illness disclosure, the Americans with Disabilities Act, and how to balance health demands with professional obligations, since chronic illness can have such a significant impact.

A lot are specific to employment in young adults with chronic illness: how do you begin a career under these conditions? I know how frustrating it can be to feel like everyone around you is moving towards something when you feel like your body is falling apart, and so are your aspirations. There are so many trade-offs, compromises, and sacrifices to sift through.

With this in mind, I am really excited to kick off what will be a three-post series this week all about careers and chronic illness. This coincides nicely with the launch of my friend Rosalind Joffe’s new coaching program, Kickstart Your Career. It’s designed specifically for patients in their twenties and thirties, and comes from someone who’s walked the walk—Rosalind was a younger adult herself when she was first diagnosed with multiple sclerosis, and she’s spent years helping patients with chronic illness stay employed.

So click on over, and then be on the look out—tomorrow, I am posting the first of two posts from a guest blogger who has made these same compromises and sacrifices in her professional career. Several interviewers have asked me how I balance my career, health, and family needs and the short answer, partly in jest, is that lately, I never sleep. The longer answer is that I am able to do what I do because as a writer and an instructor, I have some built-in flexibility. I can write at 1am or 4am if I need to, I can comment on papers electronically from the hospital bed as well as I can from my desk, and I am not on campus five days a week. I make a lot of sacrifices to keep everything on track, but I can choose to do that because I also have a supportive partner and work for an extremely accommodating and encouraging institution.

Not every profession lends itself to flexibility so naturally, and not every institution can be as accommodating with scheduling. As such, I am excited to share Leah Roman’s journey, and know it will resonate with so many of you out there.

The Flexitarian (or, Nutrition and Chronic Illness, Part 1)

In the wake of the book’s release, I’ve talked a lot about gender and pain. In a social history of chronic illness, gender and pain is indeed important to the storyline, but it is just one of many themes.

One question I’ve gotten is, what about the role of nutrition and lifestyle?

The short answer is that you simply can’t talk about how changes in the way we work, live, and spend our time—a recurring theme of industrialization and innovation—without looking at the influence of nutrition and diet. Some of the most common and costly chronic diseases, like cardiovascular disease and type 2 diabetes, are so closely linked to lifestyle. In many ways, this can be empowering, because it means there are concrete things we can do to prevent or mitigate conditions that don’t involve medication and intervention.

The longer, more complex answer is that of course, it isn’t always as simple and easy as that. Health literacy, socioeconomics, and many other factors go into it. (There is a much more eloquent discussion of all of this in the book, thanks to some insightful interviewees.)

People are incredibly passionate about nutrition and diet, whether it’s Atkins or Paleo or WFPB (whole foods, plant-based). I have celiac disease, so I know firsthand the power what we eat has in terms of improving our health. I’ve also routinely gone dairy-free; I am not lactose intolerant but cutting out dairy helps reduce mucus production. I know that eliminating certain foods can be incredibly liberating, and that even if you don’t have an allergy or food intolerance, choosing to eat a particular way can absolutely make you feel better.

To that end, I’ve been loosely following Mark Bittman’s “vegan until 6pm” mantra for a few years now, and over the past several months, I’ve slowly been adding in more vegetarian family dinners: butternut squash chili, peppers stuffed with quinoa and vegetables, garlic, cumin, and chili pepper roasted chickpeas (a toddler favorite—she has an eclectic palate), etc.

I don’t envision a point where all my protein sources will be plant-based, for pragmatic reasons. For example, my daughter loves salmon and we usually share a serving, so I wouldn’t want to cut that out, and I don’t always have the time to make separate meals. Sometimes, after a day of working, running around with a toddler, chest PT, then working all night again, it’s just easier to eat some (healthfully prepared) chicken, you know?

But still, I am definitely increasing my plant-based proteins and while I don’t eat a lot of processed foods (remember, I have celiac, and I don’t buy into packaged foods that are originally made with gluten and then are reformulated with GF ingredients), I am more conscious of selecting whole foods.

You can imagine my pleasure this week, when I stumbled upon Mark Bittman’s new column, The Flexitarian, and his measured approach towards a diet high in plant-based protein. While I am sure there are critics of the name itself, the philosophy here resonates since it’s what I’ve been gradually working towards on my own.

Interestingly enough, I read the column the same week I had the chance to interview Dr. T. Colin Campbell, author of The China Study and the forthcoming Whole. If you’ve heard of his work, then you know Dr. Campbell’s research suggests many chronic diseases can be either prevented or reversed through eating a whole food, plant-based diet. Keep an eye out for interview material and my thoughts on Whole–so far, it is engrossing.

I recently read an extreme comment on an article that said something to the effect of, nutrition is at the heart of everything and there is simply no reason for anyone to live with chronic illness. My gut response to that was, well, what about people with genetic or autoimmune disease? Would a change in nutrition suddenly grow working cilia for me? Or, isn’t it problematic to place the “blame” for lupus or multiple sclerosis solely on nutrition?

So as a preview of this discussion, I think you can acknowledge the enormous impact of diet on costly and preventable chronic disease without putting unattainable expectations on whole populations of patients. I also think that no matter what conditions you have or what causes them, the better you eat, the better you will feel, and I also think that conscious nutrition choices can do a lot to improve symptoms of existing disease.

What’s your gut reaction? More soon!

One Week in April

I hadn’t intended on last week’s silence, but it was an intense time up here in Boston. In the midst of much sadness, shock, and anxiety, writing about anything else just didn’t feel authentic.

So much has been written about the Boston Marathon bombings and subsequent manhunt and lockdown, so instead I offer this powerful, poignant video from, Five Days in April. It is stunning and sobering, and absolutely worth a view.

One week out, what I can say is how proud I am: Of my city and all the many ways its people have cared for each other, and showed their love of country; of my students, some of who were medical volunteers at the finish line when the bombs went off, who have taken care of each other and handled this situation with grace; of all the doctors, nurses, EMTs, and health care providers whose skill, preparation, and precision saved so many lives; of the many branches of law enforcement who worked together to keep us safe, and of the crowds who lined the streets to show their gratitude.

And as a writer, yes, so proud of my hometown newspaper the Boston Globe, whose reporters, editors, photographers, and staff covered an emotional and rapidly changing story with grit, integrity, and responsibility.


Pub Date Aftermath

It’s been a whirlwind week, and I want to take a moment to quickly check in and say thank you to everyone who has supported me, and to say hello to all the new readers who found their way here through my interview on Fresh Air with Terry Gross and other press events this week. It’s great to have you here, and I’ve so enjoyed reading through all the e-mails and comments and hearing from you.

Fresh Air was an amazing experience, and I am so grateful for the opportunity. I also got to field some great, insightful questions at my Northeastern University event the other day, and look forward to my reading and signing at Brookline Booksmith on April 17th.

For events, press, and virtual book tour links, make sure you check out my In the Kingdom of the Sick page on this site, where I keep an accurate and updated list. I also use my Facebook author page and Twitter account for more immediate links, events, and articles of interest, so I’d love to see you there. While I will continue to do round-ups here on the blog for book-related news, I plan to return to more regular, substantive posts.

Up this coming week? A look at nutrition, chronic disease, and prevention…and why I’m inching closer and closer to vegetarian cooking.