Christie Mulholland

There is a resident doctor on TikTok named Julia who is also a raver. She posts about her training, and her weekends, dancing, festivals, après ski, living a full and visibly joyful life outside the hospital. The comments on her videos are glowing. “I would love to have a doctor like you.” “You seem like a real person.” A lot of patients are not looking for a self-sacrificing doctor who has no life. They are looking for someone present, grounded, and whole. Someone relatable. And yet the...

I was born in a hospital that was killed. Cause of death: private equity. In 1983, I arrived at Crozer-Chester Medical Center in Upland, Pennsylvania. My mom, 25-year-old Janet, labored with me from Thursday to Sunday before going for a C-section. My two sisters were born at Crozer, too. The hospital's roots went back to 1893. By the time I was born there, it had become the backbone of healthcare in Delaware County. A Level II trauma center, the county's only burn unit, a teaching hospital wh

I didn't plan to resign from my academic position. I'd asked my department for approval to take a sabbatical – unpaid time to step back, reassess, and return part-time but the answer was no. So I resigned and took the time I needed. But something shifted once I'd actually decided to leave. Suddenly, the part-time position I'd requested – the one that originally couldn't be accommodated – materialized. My institutional allies who wanted to keep me suddenly found a way to maneuver around "the...