NOTE: I hit publish on this piece accidentally yesterday. I am not sure how many of you have received it, so I am publishing it here again. Here is the piece: I was fresh out of an inpatient 3-month stint in Hazelden for prescription narcotic addiction, and Lea and I
Henry thinks it's silly. He's sitting across from his wife Dawn in a counselor's office, and Dawn is upset — genuinely, tearfully upset — because Henry doesn't give her gifts. Birthdays. Christmas. Whatever. No gifts. And Henry is doing what I would have done,
Following my three-month stint at Hazelden in 2012, I decided to give meditation a shot. Now, for someone like me, giving something a "shot" used to mean go all fucking in. (It still does, but now I am way more aware of when I'm dancing in
In 2009, as the program director of general surgery, I used funds from my endowed chair to create a nascent leadership program for the surgical residents at the University of Minnesota. My vision was based on my belief (dramatically strengthened by my work coaching surgeons) that surgical training programs should