Monday was one of those days: meeting after meeting after meeting after meeting. Seriously. Plus no space between them. One room to another, to virtual, back to the other room. No space to do a quick prep review before any but the first. There was no time to process what we'd just discussed, thin...

When I began telling people I was considering becoming the Founding Program Director of a new family medicine residency in rural Eastern Washington, the responses were not exactly subtle. “Are you nuts?” “Do you need me to say WTF, Tonya?!” And, perhaps most thoughtfully: “This doesn’t seem align...