The Design of Everyday Things
Don Norman

Maybe You Should Talk to Someone 🌱
Lori Gottlieb

You can have compassion without forgiving. There are many ways to move on, and pretending to feel a certain way isn't one of them.

In Shock: my journey from death to recovery and the redemptive power of hope 💭
Rana Awdish

All great losses heal through secondary intention — through a rebuilding rather than reclaiming. And though we are building the ship as we sail it, it is finally being built. Because no one else should have to drown.

Deep Medicine: how artificial intelligence can make healthcare human again 💭
Eric Topol

That MP3 files are compatible with every brand of music player, for example, while medicine has yet to see widely compatible and user-friendly electronic medical records exemplifies the field's struggle to change.

When Breath Becomes Air 🥺
Paul Kalanithi

“Will having a newborn distract from the time we have together?” she asked. “Don’t you think saying goodbye to your child will make your death more painful?”
“Wouldn’t it be great if it did?” I said. Lucy and I both felt that life wasn’t about avoiding suffering.

As the room darkened into the night, a low wall lamp glowing warmly, Paul's breaths became faltering and irregular. His body continued to appear restful, his limbs relaxed. Just before nine o'clock, his lips apart and eyes closed, Paul inhaled and then released one last, deep, final breath.
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When Breath Becomes Air is, in a sense, unfinished, derailed by Paul's rapid decline, but that is an essential component of the reality Paul faced.

Becoming 🤔
Michelle Obama

Now I think it’s one of the most useless questions an adult can ask a child—What do you want to be when you grow up? As if growing up is finite. As if at some point you become something and that’s the end.

So far in my life, I’ve been a lawyer. I’ve been a vice president at a hospital and the director of a nonprofit that helps young people build meaningful careers. I’ve been a working-class black student at a fancy mostly white college. I’ve been the only woman, the only African American, in all sorts of rooms. I’ve been a bride, a stressed-out new mother, a daughter torn up by grief. And until recently, I was the First Lady of the United States of America—a job that’s not officially a job, but that nonetheless has given me a platform like nothing I could have imagined.