A personal essay — It was, in fact, a dark and stormy night. Bullets of rain pummeled down — creeping into my shoes and dripping onto my mask. My Lyft driver had taken the wrong turn and was waiting for me six lanes away. Instead of making the very legal u-turn, he asserted that…

How I address these misconceptions as a Neuro Ph.D. candidate — I asked my non-scientific family and friends this question: What is one of the biggest assumption you have or had about me as a neuroscientist or about neuroscientists in general? Here are their answers (lightly edited for clarity): DM — That what you do could never be understood by someone…

A poem about being 30 years old — Being 30 is finally having the resources to go out partying all night but not the energy, alcohol tolerance, or knee endurance Being 30 is being aware of the realities of capitalism and fast fashion, but also having enough money to buy nice things (so…) Being 30 is realizing I’m becoming…

Please don’t. — An Earth Day poem Please don’t let things slip from your hands or mouths onto our precious Mother Earth’s back without a thought She holds us firmly day by day and prevents us from floating away into oblivion Please keep your trash and your disrespect to yourself until you can find the proper receptacle…