Bio
I was born in 1970, to two hard working entrepreneurial parents. According to my parents I decided to become a doctor at the age of three, and although I don’t remember that decision I do remember numerous chemistry sets, toy stethoscopes, and reflex hammers given as gifts and the verbal encouragement showered on me from family, friends, and neighbors. No there were no doctors in my family, and at that point only a handful of my relatives had completed college, but my parents and this country encouraged me to dream. In the 1970’s doors that had been shut for centuries were finally opening. The country was talking about a War on Poverty, equal opportunities, and a level playing field and following those ideas up with actions. So it wasn’t so absurd that a little Black girl from Harlem would accomplish her dream of becoming a physician. Now some 20 years later, here I am. I am a fourth year medical student at Yale, applying in Obstetrics and Gynecology, and along the way I have taken detours to conduct research in West Africa and complete an MPH at the Harvard School of Public Health. My dreams still remain big, but I have learned an important lesson from my ancestors; I must lift as I climb. My future is interwoven with all the little children in the various Harlem’s of this country who wish to become physicians
