17/04/2026
This photo is a running joke in my office because of how comically outdated it is.
It’s 15 years old, taken by my dear friend and brilliant derm colleague, Dr. Jessica Kirk, against a white wall in her Providence apartment when we were just starting our first attending jobs.
This picture is pre-marriage, pre-kids, pre-facial paralysis, pre-autism, pre-divorce… Life hits hard between 30 and 45. It makes my head spin to recollect how much life I’ve lived, the breathtakingly good and the crushingly terrible moments, and how unfathomably quickly it all flew by, since Jess’s camera clicked that day.
It’s a funny thing with doctors. If you check out our website bios (and please do—always check your provider’s training!), you will find many hilariously outdated photos. Mostly, it’s because we’re just too busy to care. But I think there’s some denial in it, too. It is hard to acknowledge that so much time has passed that we are physically unrecognizable from the people we used to be.
I’m really not afraid of the aesthetic part of aging, and there’s something freeing about getting to air my “warts and grays” on here (so thank you for being here). And I am certainly a better dermatologist now than I was then, fresh out of residency training - rigorous formal education is so so so foundationally important but nothing beats the real time learning that happens when you see patients day in and day out over so many years.
Still, it’s jarring to look at this two-second, unfiltered snap of a 30-year-old newb who thought her life was just beginning, and process that I am a completely different person now, some dreams realized beyond measure, and others that I have let slip away, and still others yet to even be imagined.
I’ll get around to updating it eventually. Probably. Maybe.