Matter, Energy, and Life of Michaela A. Castello.

Author: Michaela A. Castello

  • Hasta Luego, San Diego

    Roughly eighteen months ago I made the decision to pursue an epilepsy fellowship in a chaotic process that ended with a position at Stanford. Today, I’m faced with the obvious consequence of my choices: I had to move out of San Diego. The quasi-academic nature of postgraduate medical training leaves little time for major life…

  • Turning Back Time

    It turns out that, like me, my car is getting older. So is this website, for that matter: it’s coming up on fourteen years since this. Back in 2009, having an in-dash LCD screen and navigation system on a Honda was pretty sweet. I still had a Windows Mobile phone with a full keyboard and…

  • Nonperformance

    Trans means different things to different people, creating a wide variety of possible experiences. In my individual case, a lot of my experience and motivation to ultimately transition stems from a lifetime of gender dysphoria, or essentially being born into the wrong body. While I have only been in a place to “do something about…

  • Never-ending Grind

    Never-ending Grind

    I keep attempting to wrest my medical trajectory closer to the engineering career I should have pursued all along…

  • Reintroduction

    Reintroduction

    It’s not only a name change: I’ve transitioned to female, and it’s for the best.

  • Big Sib, Big Sib!

    Big Sib, Big Sib!

    When I started child neurology, I never expected to gain an older sibling.

  • Review: Everything That Remains

    Everything That Remains by Joshua Fields Millburn, Ryan Nicodemus Perhaps it is fitting that my review of the memoir authored by The Minimalists is brief. Overall I enjoyed the book even with the style choice of having commentary in endnotes (I maintained two bookmarks so I could flip back and forth). Using a memoir to…

  • Incongruence

    You had fun, it was a good time and everyone was so lovely.At the end of the night, in the silence of your bedroom,Tears well up and you are overcome with sadness becauseYou were born awry. When you first knew this truth you had no words to describe it,When you learned the words you lacked…