Photo by Jessica Crockett
Running to Fort Point
I became a runner during my clinical rotations of medical school. When my days overflowed with meaning. So much to process, to honor and to grieve.
Welcome Back!
Welcome back to Synapse’s 68th year of publication! In the past year, UCSF has slowly moved towards a new normal...
This Date in UCSF History: Stay Healthy on a Student's Budget
[Originally published on Sept. 13, 2007.] Student life is hard. Long hours and stressful exams can take a toll on...
Primary Care
Our first visit nearly brings you to tears. I hand you a diabetes diagnosis. One full point too high on...
When am I?
When am I alive? The ink line separating me from my mother Smudged by nature’s thumb
The Visitor
Sorry, you can’t hang your hat here. So please, hold on to your headwear.
Grief
I stumble into the room, fumbling over sensible greetings
Everything I Ever Hoped For
Dreams turned to memories; Golden, like pictures in the ocean sunset; It was everything I ever hoped for
Tinderdating
Swipe, swipe, left-right, swipe, This one, that one, they’re all hype.
Liminal
We speak gently Into liminal space We all see the faint flame, the wick in shallow wax