Pam Gutierrez

Doomscrolling, Lettuce, and What We're Really Choosing I caught myself in a new habit last week. I called it doomscrolling triage which happens when the news cycle is overwhelming and I’m drawn to filter and address the topics that immediately affect me and my family. Three headlines at once: A parasite outbreak traced to bagged salad greens had sickened thousands of people across several states. Oil prices had crossed one hundred dollars a barrel because of a war nobody asked for. And a...

World Championships, Malaga, 2018 — still training, still racing, still all in. My husband was up at five thirty this morning, the same way he has been for nearly three decades, no alarm required. He was not locking notes from patient encounters or responding to medication refill requests before the house woke up. He was through his coffee and his meditation, out the door for a run with his training partners, and back home to lift weights before breakfast, all ahead of a full day seeing...

I am writing this with three screens open in front of me. On one, the New York Knicks championship parade moves through the Canyon of Heroes, confetti falling like snow over Broadway, and Alicia Keys has just stepped onto the stage.