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.
The Pandemic, the Parks, and the People
It took a global pandemic for me to realize that a bucket-list trip could be just a drive away. I...
That’s a (Bubble) Wrap!
As we wrap up the 65th year of Synapse’s publication, I’m reminded that in 2019, we were preoccupied with fake...
Mussel Hunters
On a sunny weekend in February, my friend met me and opened a backpack to reveal a small measuring device...
Skating By
It’s my first year of grad school. Because of the pandemic, all of our classes have been online, so the...
Memories are Forever
This is a photo of my dog Zayneh who passed away
Wearing the Short White Coat
The proximity to death was palpable. After several months of learning medicine from the comfort of my home, being in...
Expectations
Consumption is currency. Are the intellections of my heart only ascribed value when they have been digested by others? And...
UCSF lost and found
Officer: Hi, welcome to the UCSF lost and found, how may I help you today? A: Hi… I lost my...
Reflecting on 2020
The year 2020 is truly one for the history books. COVID has dominated our lives, prompting people to work remotely...