Beyond the Label: A Path to Freedom

For years, my identity was forged in the fast-paced environment of family medicine. I was trained be able to discern labels—diagnosing, categorizing, and coding. In the clinical practice a label is a tool; it provides a roadmap for treatment. But as I transitioned into roles as a leader and an educator, I began to see the shadow side of that training. I realized that labeling, while medically necessary, can be spiritually and professionally restrictive. It often led me to “wrong” conclusions because labels are, by their very nature, boxes that ignore the unbounded potential of the person—or the situation—standing before me.


Looking to reconnect with what success actually meant in this new season of leadership, I returned to a foundational practice: Deepak Chopra and Oprah Winfrey’s 21-Day Meditation: Manifesting True Success. To anchor these modern lessons, I utilized Gemini to identify the scriptures that reflected each day’s centering thought. What I experienced was a total realignment of my internal order.


The Conspiracy of Time
I spent a long time viewing success as a distant peak I had to scale. Through this journey, I came to understand that success was actually an expansion from within. I stopped “wronging” my past detours and started seeing them as strategic placements. I began to perceive my past, present, and future not as separate silos, but as one harmonious conspiracy that had prepared me for my current roles in leadership and education.
I found peace in Romans 8:28: “And we know that in all things God works for the good of those who love him, who have been called according to his purpose.” I realized that even the perceived “clinical errors” of my past were conspiring for my current expansion.


Removing the Restrictive Labels
As an educator, I always saw how labels like “struggling student” or “difficult colleague” act as fences. During these 21 days, I practiced being in the world, but not of it. I learned that the enlightened and compassionate leader is one who recognizes “pure existence” beneath the title. When I stripped away the labels, I found myself in a “spacious place” where I was no longer limited by who I was yesterday or the boxes others tried to put me in.
This truth echoed in Colossians 3:11, which reminds us that in the light of the Spirit, all human labels of status and history vanish. By letting go of these restrictive definitions, the mandate of Isaiah 54:2 to “Enlarge the place of your tent,” helped me envision a leadership style that was spacious enough for everyone’s potential to unfold.


Success as Liberation
I once thought success was about achieving more control; I learned that it is actually about achieving more freedom. Every path to my success became a path to my freedom. When I stopped trying to force outcomes through the “fussy mind” of a perfectionist, I moved into the “spacious place” described in Psalm 118:5. I began to rejoice in my uniqueness and stood back to watch the Larger Plan work through my leadership.
I stopped chasing external validation and started trusting that the Lord would fulfill His purpose for me (Psalm 138:8). I moved from being a “doctor” trying to fix the world to a leader who acts as a magnet for the immeasurable good that rushes toward me from every direction.


My Daily Reflection
I integrated the wisdom of those twenty-one days into a single invocation. It became my anchor for a new vision of my life in leadership and education:

“I stepped beyond the limitations I once thought were permanent. I realized I am pure existence operating in a world of form. I choose to live the full richness of my life by stripping away the labels that used to define me. I see clearly that my past, my present, and my future have always been one harmonious conspiracy. For me, every path to success is a path to freedom. I am a magnet for the immeasurable good that rushes toward me from every direction. I expanded. I evolved. I am.”

Day 2: Brunch, Bling, and the Eiffel Tower Sparkle

Just a little disclaimer for my regular readers: I used to spend hours and hours editing every single blog post. But since I took that course on how to use AI for editing, I’m putting those skills to work! It’s such a game-changer to be able to share these memories with you while I’m actually living them.

Day 2 officially began in “vacation mode”—we didn’t even get out of bed until 11:00 AM Paris time! I guess the travel drama and that museum walk finally caught up with us, but honestly, we needed the rest. We started the day off with a fantastic brunch at Café Belloy before spending the afternoon strolling through the shops on the Champs-Élysées.

I realized I forgot to mention a highlight from Day 1: I finally added the Eiffel Tower Pandora charm to my bracelet! It’s the perfect little sparkler to remember this trip by.

A Magic Moment at 6:00 PM

By 4:30 PM, we made our way to our Eiffel Tower tour. Even though it was my second time there, it felt completely new seeing it with Leroy. But the real highlight happened on the way back to the hotel.

We were walking through the Palais de Tokyo and happened to look back at exactly 6:00 PM. Right on cue, the Eiffel Tower started to sparkle! It only lasts for five minutes, and watching everyone on the steps taking pictures while the lights danced… it was absolutely amazing. It’s one of those “only in Paris” moments that you just have to see to believe.

Our Parisian Home Base

We finished the evening with a late dinner at Le Copernic enjoying a slow stroll through the neighborhoods. There is nothing like walking through Paris at night!

We are staying at the Le Belgrand Hotel Paris Champs Elysees (Tapestry Collection by Hilton). It is such a cozy spot if you’re looking for a place to stay, the location is a 10-minute walk from the Arc de Triomphe, near the Golden Triangle and the Champs-Élysées.

Day 2 was a dream. Now, time to see what Day 3 has in store for us!

Croque Madame

Day 4: Sun, History, and the Rebirth of Notre Dame

Unlike yesterday, Day 4 began with a beautiful, sunny Parisian morning. It was the perfect backdrop for our guided tour of Notre Dame Cathedral.

Standing there and learning the history of the cathedral and the city was so enlightening. I took a World History class in college and did very well, mostly because my high school French teacher was so passionate about teaching us the history of France. I have to admit, I’d forgotten quite a few facts over the years, but I was amazed at how much I actually remembered!

It’s truly incredible to see Notre Dame again. It’s hard to believe the church was once almost destroyed, only to be saved by Victor Hugo and his Hunchback of Notre Dame. Seeing it now, after the fire, it feels like it’s rising from the ashes once again. I even learned the history of the rooster that sits on the spire—the original was found in the rubble, and the new one perfectly represents that spirit of rebirth.

From the Pantheon to Sweet Treats

From there, we made our way up to the Pantheon, yet another stunning monument to rebirth. Originally built as a church, it’s now a secular mausoleum containing the remains of distinguished French citizens like Voltaire, Rousseau, and Victor Hugo himself. The architecture is just massive and awe-inspiring.

After all that history, I couldn’t let the day end without a treat! I finally got a crêpe from Crème de la Crêpe, while Roy opted for a blueberry muffin. The coffee was absolutely tremendous—exactly what we needed to keep us going.

Sun, Shopping, and the “Winter Sales”

After heading back toward our home base, we decided to soak up more of the sunshine with some shopping along the Champs-Élysées.

A huge thank you to Jo-Ann, who sent me a list of things to do in Paris! Thanks to her, I learned that today is the day before the last day of the Winter Sales (les soldes d’hiver). These sales are government-regulated and only happen twice a year, so the deals are incredible. I managed to pick up a beautiful scarf for John.

We also ducked into a French pharmacy, which was like a massive marketplace of health and beauty—nothing like any pharmacy we have in the United States! It was so impressive that it even included a Ladurée counter; of course, we couldn’t resist buying a few macarons right then and there. We hit Sephora too, where I grabbed a few products made in England and France.

We ended our day at Le Corner for dinner. It’s a chic, modern spot with a great terrace vibe that captures the elegant, authentic ambiance of the 16th arrondissement perfectly. It was the perfect way to wrap up such a busy, sun-filled day, enjoying a meal together as we waited for the evening to wind down.

Tomorrow we have a few more surprises in store. Stay tuned!

Day 3: Art, Leadership, and the Art of the Nap

Day 3 started exactly how every Parisian morning should: a good breakfast and a taxi ride straight to the Louvre.

Now, if you know us, you know we like to do things a little differently. We decided to skip the madness of the Mona Lisa crowds . Instead, we spent our morning getting lost among the stunning French sculptures, and I finally made it over to the Apartment of Napoleon III. If you haven’t seen it, the opulence is just next-level—gold, velvet, and chandeliers for days!

After about three hours of wandering the halls, we realized the jet lag and those long weeks of call were still winning. We decided to listen to our bodies and took an Uber back to the hotel.

Finding Quiet Moments

While Roy leaned into a serious “vacation nap,” I took advantage of the downtime. It was so refreshing to have a moment of peace to dive into my current book A Prescription for Caring in Healthcare Leadership by Joshua D Hartselle MD Colonel (Retired) US Army. I love books by military leaders. One of my other Favorites is Leading from the Front: No Excuse Leadership Tactics for Women. I also read that on a vacation.

I also managed to finish up my Day 2 post and even started sketching out a new post specifically on leadership. It’s funny how being away from the daily grind of meetings gives your brain the space to actually think deeply about the work we do.

Neighborhood Vibes at Café Fleurus

We ended the day at Café Fleurus, another lovely neighborhood restaurant just a short walk from the hotel. Located in the heart of the 16th arrondissement and just steps from the Golden Triangle, it perfectly combines elegance and authenticity.

I was not aware of these facts when I booked the hotel but I am so glad we chose to stay in this area. I was not aware that the 16th is one of the most prestigious districts in Paris—home to grand architecture, embassies, and the Trocadéro. It is such a relief to be away from the intense hustle and bustle of the tourist-heavy hotels around the Louvre. It feels much more peaceful here—truly a lovely neighborhood vibe.

With Day 3 in the books, we’re resting up for a big day tomorrow. We’re tackling Notre Dame and I have a few surprises up my sleeve!

Au revoir for now!

Never Too Late for Paris: A Whirlwind Start with My Love


I’m finally here! If you’ve been following along, you know I was just here in October for a girls’ trip, but I’ve been dreaming of coming back with the love of my life. I honestly cannot believe that this is Leroy and my first time in Paris together!
After what feels like a lifetime of extra weeks on call, working on curriculum, presenting at national meetings, and endless papers, this trip was the light at the end of the tunnel. I’ve planned this in my head a thousand times, and now we are actually living it. It’s a beautiful reminder: it is never too late to see Paris together.


The “Delta Drama” (Or: How I Almost Stayed in New Jersey)
It wouldn’t be a trip of mine without a little chaos, right? Hard to believe I almost didn’t get here at all.
Last Saturday, I realized I hadn’t been checking my Delta app closely enough. My Friday 5:05 PM flight had been moved to Thursday at 5:05 PM! I spent Monday frantically rearranging my schedule so I could work from home Thursday morning.
I thought I was in the clear until 5:00 AM Thursday. I got up for my workout, checked the app, and—you guessed it—canceled. After a frantic call to Delta, I found out Air France rescheduled the flight to 4:30 PM. Then came the real kicker: the new ticket was leaving from JFK, not Newark!
I had to scramble to tell Roy to get dressed and ready, notify the car service, and pray to the traffic gods. Luckily, our driver was someone I had driven with before, and he got us from Summit to JFK in record time.


Bonjour, Paris!
Once we hit the airport, everything smoothed out. We landed at 6:00 AM Friday morning and headed straight to our hotel. We’re staying at a gorgeous boutique hotel tucked away near the Champs-Élysées and the Arc de Triomphe.
There was no early check-in (the traveler’s struggle!), but the hotel gave us breakfast and we walked the city streets until the room was ready. Now, I might have been a little over-ambitious—forgetting how tired I’d be, I booked a tour of the Musée d’Orsay. We walked there, but by the end, we were wiped!
We grabbed an Uber back, took a much-needed nap, and ended the night perfectly at a spot called Lulu’s.

Pro Tip: If you want a place that feels like home, go to Lulu’s. It was born from a desire to serve 100% homemade, generous food in a warm, lively setting. It’s a modern take on the traditional brasserie—no fuss, no “gastronomic dictates,” just heart and a smile. They truly welcome you like family.

Day 1 is officially in the books, and after that meal and all that travel drama, we are sleeping well tonight. Stay tuned for more!
Day 2 plans have been made

Reflections on 2025: A Year of Resilience, Connection, and New Horizons

As the clock strikes midnight and we usher in 2026, I find myself exhaling a long-held breath. If I’m being honest, I have been waiting for this year to end. 2025 was a marathon—a year that felt endless, marked by the highest of highs and some deeply felt disappointments.
But if there is one lesson I am taking from the last twelve months, it is this: we must be brave, and we must be bold.
The Professional Rollercoaster
The year began with so much anticipation regarding the HHS ARPA-H grant, a milestone we thought would define our professional trajectory. By March, we received the news: while we were selected, the funding had been dramatically cut. We passed on the grant.
By the time the STFM conference arrived in May, it became clear I wasn’t alone. My conversations there were filled with stories from colleagues who had also lost their grants. It was a sobering season for our field, yet it reminded me that in times of scarcity, we must be even bolder in our advocacy and braver in our pursuit of new paths.
Speaking Truth to Injustice
Looking toward 2026, I have to be honest: this new year feels formidable. We are facing a situation in which budget cuts, as well as the failure to renew vital aspects of the Affordable Care Act, will have a tremendous impact on many of our neighbors here in New Jersey.
For the many citizens who rely on the ACA to stay insured, these changes are not just policy shifts—they are life-altering threats to their health and security. In the face of this, I’ve decided that I cannot be silent. I have chosen to speak truth to injustice. Our expertise and our voices are needed now more than ever to protect the most vulnerable among us.
Celebration, Community, and Family
Even amidst the heavy news, 2025 reminded me why we fight: for the people and the communities we love.

  • The New Jersey Medical Association celebrated its annual Scholarship Gala, and we were fortunate that the NK-MA President Elect, Dr. Roger Mitchell, a NJ native and graduate of NJ Medical School in Newark, now Rutgers Health Science. He is the president of Howard Hospital in Washington, D.C. We were also present as he was inaugurated as the 126th NMA President at the national conference in Chicago. It was a year of celebrating excellence in medicine.
  • We also went to Salt Lake City, Utah, for the Society for Teachers of Family Medicine’s annual meeting. I was honored to be recognized for my work as the founding member of the Leadership through Scholarship Fellowship. I stepped down and passed the baton to my colleagues.
  • The Giddens Family Reunion: The highlight of my summer was Birmingham. Getting the family together was a fantastic experience; we cherished every moment of connection and heritage.
  • Giving Back: The Family Promise of Union County fundraiser in September was a beautiful reminder of the power of local organizations to change lives.
  • Adventure: October brought the “City of Lights,” Paris, with my girlfriends—a necessary spark of joy.
  • LeRoy’s Birthday: We capped off the year in Ocean City, celebrating LeRoy’s birthday on December 1st with his daughter. It was a peaceful, beautiful time before the holiday rush.
    Entering 2026 with Purpose
    2025 was full of “almosts” and “finallys.” It was a year of navigating cuts while celebrating milestones. While I am happy to turn the page, I am not just looking for “better” times; I am looking for “braver” times.
    Let us not be deterred by the disappointments of the past or the weight of the future. Instead, let’s step into this New Year with the courage to take risks and the strength to stand tall for what is right.
    Happy New Year. Let’s be brave, let’s be bold, and let’s make 2026 a year of action.
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A Family Doctor’s Reflection: The Ingredients of Connection


As a physician, I often look at “history” through the lens of a chart—a series of dates, diagnoses, and data points. But this weekend, I was reminded that the most vital histories aren’t written in ink; they are baked into recipes and shared across dining room tables.
I finally did it. I baked the walnut cake.
For Roy’s cousins, it wasn’t just a dessert; it was a bridge to memories. Their joy was palpable, and I was praised for the one thing that truly matters in a family recipe: I didn’t skimp on the walnuts.
There is restorative power in the act of reminiscing. As I watched Leroy’s face light up while he talked with his cousins about aunts, uncles, and grandparents, I felt that familiar universality of family. Though I was sitting in a beautiful dining room in Laurel, MD, I was mentally transported back to the dining rooms of my own youth in Birmingham, Alabama. The geography changes, but the experience of shared memory is a constant.
Familiar Rhythms in Baltimore
Following our time in Laurel, we returned to our familiar “home base,” the Delta Hotel at Cross Keys. Having stayed there for years—back when it was the Cross Keys Inn—there is a comfort in that continuity that I’ve come to appreciate more with time.
Our time in the city was a series of well-paced moments: a wonderful dinner at Cece’s Roland Park, a slow morning at Easy Like Sunday, and a quick stop at Pied Piper Kids to find a beautiful new outfit for the newest member of our family. This was all in the newly energized Village of Cross Keys.
New Life in an Old Factory
The final leg of our trip took us to York, PA, for brunch with family. Their apartment is in a truly remarkable space—a renovated coffin factory. There is something poetic about a building once dedicated to the end of life now serving as a vibrant, amazing home.
The brunch spread would make any family proud: brisket, ham, corn soufflé, collard greens, and yams. It was the kind of soul food that demands you slow down and be present. We spent the afternoon exactly as we should—lingering over our plates and soaking in the company. Of course, the real highlight was spoiling our three-month-old grand-niece.
Presence Over Pictures
It wasn’t until we were on our way home that we realized we hadn’t taken a single photograph. In an era where we feel compelled to document every moment, we had simply lived in them instead.
As a physician, I know that being “fully present” is one of the hardest things to achieve, yet it is where the most healing happens. We didn’t need digital proof of the weekend; we had the memories of the laughter, the stories, and the light in Leroy’s eyes. Some snapshots are better kept in the heart than on a phone. Getting back home early wa

The Heart of Hospital Rounding : From Hospital Bedsides to Birmingham Kitchens

Merry Christmas to all! While the traditional holiday cards didn’t make it out of our house this year, I want to extend a heartfelt thank you to everyone who sent one our way. Each card is a cherished memory and a reminder of the beautiful community we share.

I’ve been reflecting on how much the “rhythm” of my Christmas has changed. Since assuming a new position, it’s been years since I rounded in the hospital on Christmas Day. But for so much of my life—starting back in residency—the hospital was exactly where I was meant to be.

I’ll never forget my first Christmas on call as an intern. The nurses told me it was the busiest month they’d ever had, but it was one of the most enjoyable. I couldn’t go home, so I spent Christmas on call. There is a unique, profound atmosphere when you share Christmas with people at such a vulnerable time in their lives. You often have to share diagnoses that are upsetting not only to the patients but to their families.

It was in those quiet rooms that I learned my most important lesson as a physician: to treat my patients exactly as I would want my own family members to be treated. Sometimes the best medicine is sitting at the bedside, holding a hand, and in some instances, praying with them.

As I moved into private practice, the goal was always the “Christmas Sprint.” I would round as early as possible, heart set on getting home in time for Christmas breakfast—waffles or pancakes and sausage with my husband and children. Watching the kids open presents, often with my mother-in-law nearby, remains a highlight of my life.

Eventually, our move to Chattanooga opened the door for us to return to Birmingham for the holidays. Those years were a feast of reminiscence. I can still taste the “post-dinner” tradition: piled in the car, driving to my aunts’ homes for a rotating buffet of sweets—sweet potato pie, sour cream poundcake, lemon cake, and my mother’s signature coconut cake.

I realize now that my heart for service started long before medical school. I watched my stepfather and my mother ensure our elderly church members had a seat at our table. For those who couldn’t make it out, we turned our kitchen into a production line, preparing and delivering meals to their front doors. It would hold up our dinner, but we did it for years.

This year, Christmas is a little quieter. I am learning to enjoy the stillness—the time to stay home with family and make those long, winding phone calls to my sisters, my friends, and especially my mother. I am making plans to recreate a tradition. We are going to Baltimore on Saturday. I am making a Black Walnut layer cake for my husband’s cousins. I have not baked in years, but I have a great recipe and all the ingredients. I am up for the challenge.

In these turbulent times, taking a moment to reflect isn’t just a luxury; it’s a necessity. It’s a time to remember that whether we are holding a hand in a hospital bed or sharing a slice of cake in a crowded kitchen, the love we give is the only thing that truly lasts.

“And the Word became flesh and dwelt among us, and we have seen his glory, glory as of the only Son from the Father, full of grace and truth.” — John 1:14

Happy Holidays!