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

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!

What a beautiful weekend. We drove down to Baltimore early Saturday morning, and everything aligned—the weather was perfect, traffic was light, and we made it in record time. After picking up our two older children, we headed straight to the Harbor to celebrate Roy’s cousin Joan’s 70th birthday with a cruise. Two hours on the water, surrounded by family, laughter, and love. It felt good to gather—not for a funeral, but for joy. We always say we’ll do it again, and this time, I hope we mean it.

After the cruise, I got a little rest back at the hotel, then spent the evening with our daughter at a great restaurant. It’s always special to see her, but this time we were celebrating her new position. Watching her step into her next chapter—it’s a proud moment, and a reminder of how far she’s come.

Sunday morning began with breakfast and a visit to the Baltimore Museum of Art. I was deeply moved by the work of Amy Sherald. Her portraits are striking—figures rendered in grayscale skin tones, set against vivid, dreamlike backdrops. She invites us to see Black identity through a lens of dignity, imagination, and complexity. Her portrait of Michelle Obama stopped me in my tracks: poised, powerful, and full of grace. Breanna Taylor’s portrait was equally moving—a quiet, haunting reminder of a life taken too soon, yet honored with reverence. And of course, I brought a copy of the book. Something is grounding about holding the book in your hands while standing in front of the art itself.

We also explored the Cone Sisters’ collection, a treasure trove of Matisse, Picasso, and other modern masters. Their legacy as early-20th-century collectors and patrons of the arts continues to shape the museum’s identity today. We also explored the Africa and Asia Collections.

The drive home was just as beautiful. I found myself reflecting on the layers of this time in America—our history, our present, and the spaces we create to celebrate life in all its fullness. Weekends like this remind me of what matters: family, art, legacy, and the joy of being together.

Once again, I paired the 21-Day Meditation Experience: Hope in Uncertain Times with Deepak Chopra and Oprah to create a reflective journal. I used Gemini AI to pair the daily spiritual insights with corresponding scripture. This practice became a calming force as I navigated my trip to Paris. I truly lived in the world I had envisioned: a world where the kindness of strangers was amazing as I navigated a country and did not speak the language. I was glad to have my friends who knew the city well.

I realized that my spiritual growth had anchored me so profoundly that my inner state was immune to external chaos. These are the core tenets that became my guiding light:

1. The Core of My Being is Trust and Awareness

The foundation of my entire experience was a deep-seated inner commitment. I realized the only belief necessary is the one that expresses itself as self-awareness. This inner security led to my declaration: I trust in my core self at every moment. This unshakeable belief allows me to experience life from a place of radical security.

• Scriptural Reflection: Truly he is my rock and my salvation; he is my fortress, I will not be shaken. (Psalm 62:6 NIV)

2. Hope is the Engine of Transformation

I learned that hope is not passive; it is an active force. Hope is the engine of consciousness that leads to enlightenment. It is what impels awareness to witness its true potential. This awareness allows me to say, “In every moment of hope I free myself.” I know that hope tells me anything can be transformed.

• Scriptural Reflection: Now the Lord is the Spirit, and where the Spirit of the Lord is, there is freedom. (2 Corinthians 3:17 NIV)

3. The Power of Unconditional Compassion

My experience in Paris, meeting strangers with an open heart, solidified my understanding of universal connection. Unconditional compassion is a shared inheritance. This is possible because I see the hopeful inner child in everyone. I meet any situation with loving kindness.

• Scriptural Reflection: Therefore, as God’s chosen people, holy and dearly loved, clothe yourselves with compassion, kindness, humility, gentleness and patience. (Colossians 3:12 NIV)

4. Hope is a Conscious, Present-Moment Action

Hope does not live in the future; it is activated in the now. My mantra became: I find hope in the darkest days and focus on brightness. I do not judge the universe. I know that my future unfolds with hope and joy because I bring hope into the present moment.

• Scriptural Reflection: 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. (Romans 8:28 NIV)

5. Service and Forgiveness as Unity

My sense of purpose became clear: The world needs beacons of hope everywhere. To truly serve, to be a beacon of hope you cannot have an agenda. When you help with hope they will help you—that is connection. Forgiveness is giving up the hope that the past could not be any different.

• Scriptural Reflection: Therefore encourage one another and build each other up, just as in fact you are doing. (1 Thessalonians 5:11 NIV)

Conclusion

My hope is grounded in a deeper reality—a fellowship. My action is simple: I offer hope from the simplicity of my heart. Listen to the signals, be intentional, for every action there is an equal positive and negative reaction. To make this hope real and viral, I must make people matter.

We are dealt what feels like an insurmountable challenge. History shows that it cycles, but those who keep hope alive know that there is strength in love, compassion, and unity.

We set our intention and activate hope; it connects us to the source of all creation.

References

• Chopra, D. (2013). Digital Dharma: Living a Spiritual Life in a Material World. Harmony.

• Chopra, D. (n.d.). 21-Day Meditation Experience: Hope in Uncertain Times. Retrieved from https://www.deepakchopra.com

• Google. (2025). Gemini [Large language model]. Retrieved September 7, 2025, from https://gemini.google.com

• All biblical verses cited are from the New International Version (NIV).

Our grand Parisian adventure is drawing to a close! The Ladies Who Voyage had planned one last day trip, but after all the magnificent touring and stair-climbing, we unanimously agreed on a second down day. Sometimes, the best itinerary is no itinerary at all!

We spent the morning simply enjoying the beautiful resort and allowing ourselves to truly laze around. It was perfect. We then took a final walk down to the village market to shop for dinner. Tonight’s menu is pure comfort: leftover Bolognese with pasta, plus fresh broccoli and mushrooms, all paired with a lovely bottle of Rosé.

As I sat there soaking up the atmosphere, I couldn’t help but start planning my return! This trip has been so incredible that I know I have to come back—I’m already eyeing a trip in January or February. Next time, I plan to bring the “love of my life” because I absolutely have to share this city with him.

Tomorrow, we’ll simply Uber to the airport and be home before we know it. I’m already feeling that bittersweet departure, but as they say in my favorite movie, “We will always have Paris.”

I waited a long time to get here, but it was absolutely worth every moment. As a physician, I’ve spent years focused on helping others, and this trip was a precious reminder of the importance of travel, friendship, and joy.

To the Seasoned Travelers who arranged this incredible voyage—thank you. Truly, from the bottom of my heart, thank you for inviting me to share this unforgettable experience.

Until next time, from The Ladies Who Voyage!

Day five was a powerful mix of Parisian history, reflection, and magnificent architecture. It was a day we won’t soon forget!

We started by taking our transportation pass to the Le Marais district for a fascinating walking tour. While exploring this historic area, we came across the Mémorial de la Shoah (Holocaust Memorial). It was a deeply moving experience. I took a moment to walk through the Wall of Names, remembering a colleague who had told me his family was unfortunately represented there. It was a sobering reminder of history woven into the fabric of this city.

From Le Marais, we took in a few more landmarks before reaching our main destination: the Cathédrale Notre Dame. Even amidst the ongoing restoration, what a magnificent structure! I must admit, I was immediately struck by the lingering smell of smoke, a poignant reminder of the fire. But as I made my way through, I was truly in awe of all the spectacular paintings and statues inside. It really felt like a miracle that so many of those treasures were spared. And the stained glass? Just spectacular.

We enjoyed a beautiful stroll across the Seine River, watching the bateaux mouches glide past and soaking up those iconic Parisian views along the water.

Our next stop was a must-see for any book lover: the iconic Shakespeare and Company Bookstore! I couldn’t resist—I happily browsed the crowded shelves, made a perfect purchase, and then got the best souvenir imaginable: my book was officially stamped with that classic bookstore seal. It’s a treasure!

After soaking up that incredible history, we crossed the street to Le Crème de Paris. They have a huge variety of crepes, and we decided to go with the savory ones—a perfect, satisfying Parisian lunch!

The walk back to the subway took us past a fun row of local shops, and we made our way back home, happily exhausted once again. Despite the full itinerary, we truly enjoyed every single moment of this incredible day.

Stay tuned for our final adventures!

What a spectacular day! Day four of our Parisian voyage was dedicated to palatial splendor and, most importantly, celebrating a milestone: Happy Birthday to Seasoned Traveler Number One!

We allowed ourselves a little extra sleep this morning before Seasoned Traveler Number Two and I set off for the Palace of Versailles. We easily navigated the train, and as we walked from the station and turned the final corner, the sight that greeted us was simply breathtaking. Versailles is not just a palace; it’s a spectacle!

We were totally captivated by the sheer scale and beauty of the Gardens. What an unbelievable experience! We walked through section after section, marveling at the artistry, only to realize there was always more beauty around the next corner.

We made it back to the palace just in time for our appointed tour. Inside, we walked through the exquisite chambers of the King and Queen, and toured the opulent State Apartments and the Empire rooms. Seriously, nothing quite prepares you for the Hall of Mirrors. It is truly spectacular—all that light, gold, and reflection is a masterpiece of historical grandeur! When you see the splendor, it is no surprise that the poor people of Paris started the revolution. One must always balance the power and privilege with the needs of one’s people.

It was a full day, so we hustled back to the resort for a quick rest before the main event. We celebrated the birthday girl in style at Warsi Restaurant, a fantastic Pakistani and Indian spot right in Bailly-Romainvilliers. It was the perfect, flavorful, non-French end to a gorgeous, celebratory day!

Stay tuned for our next adventure!

After two days of conquering Paris (and those Eiffel Tower stairs!), The Ladies Who Voyage put our feet up for a much-needed down day. Sometimes, the best part of traveling is just taking a breather right where you are!

I kicked things off with breakfast duty, and it was a feast! We had scrambled eggs loaded with red pepper, mushrooms, and onions, served with perfectly flaky, fresh croissants. Total indulgence and the perfect fuel for… relaxing!

We spent the morning exploring the resort. The property here is gorgeous—a true oasis. We were led to a serene garden dedicated to Monet, which felt like stepping into a beautiful, hidden painting.

In the afternoon, we walked down to the village market. That’s where the magic really happened! We shopped the the local supermarket grabbing ingredients for an impromptu Italian night as an homage to the seasoned travelers’ recent trip. Seasoned Traveler number two totally rocked the kitchen, whipping up a delicious Bolognese sauce and pasta, while Seasoned Traveler number one assembled the most magnificent cheese plate. Dinner was, quite simply, fantastic.

Our market trip also came with a side of French reality: we witnessed a classic Parisian fender bender! The arguing was quite the spectacle, eventually requiring the Gendarmerie (police) to step in. The gentleman who caused the crash was definitely the most vocal, but watching the whole thing resolve itself—ending with him smiling as he left—was a unique lesson in French life!

We were happily exhausted by the end of it all. It was an early bedtime tonight to ensure we are totally rested and ready to conquer Day 4.

À demain, mes amies!

What a day! Day two was an absolute triumph of sightseeing, though our feet and thighs definitely know it—we were happily exhausted and home by 7:30 PM.

We started the morning by securing our 7-day transportation pass, which is already proving to be the best investment. It lets us hop between buses, trams, and the metro to reach every spot on our Parisian bucket list!

First up: the iconic Eiffel Tower. We had another phenomenal tour guide who shared all the fascinating history and secrets of the Iron Lady. While we skipped the very top, the views from the middle level were still absolutely amazing—a truly spectacular panorama of the City of Light. A highlight for me was descending! I had the chance to take on the Eiffel Tower stairs with seasoned traveler number two. By the time we reached the bottom, our legs were definitely letting us know exactly how many steps we’d conquered—a true Parisian workout!

After soaking up those breathtaking views and steps, we were ready for lunch. And what a treat that was! Our seasoned world traveler led us to a favorite haunt: Le Basilic Restaurant. It’s the kind of place with incredible food and a classic Parisian ambiance, and we can now officially add it to our list of must-revisit spots.

Refueled, we made our way to the charming hills of Montmartre. The view from the Sacré-Cœur Basilica was simply beautiful—the city spread out below us like a postcard. To reach the top, we used the winding streets instead of the famous steps, and for our descent, we rode the funicular down, which conveniently dropped us off near the stunning Abbesses Station. Montmartre also provided the perfect setting for some much-needed souvenir shopping! We found wonderful gifts for friends and family, ticking that mission off our list.

Two full days down, and Paris is still dazzling us at every turn.

Stay tuned for where The Ladies Who Voyage head next!