Sunday Reads: bulletproof coffee, vaccines and burrata.

I am on call this weekend, trying my darndest to manage disease.  This is different than preventing disease and the gap between the two is an infuriating part of my job.  My province, Ontario, is making inroads by attempting to put the social determinants of health - income, housing, violence, gender - in the job descriptions of family doctors (holla!) but we have a way to go. 

The first two this Sunday are on vaccines and primary care reform.  Before you yawn, take a gander and these views might peak your curiosity. 

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Mini-Collection: Homage to Leb

I have somewhat accidentally come across a delightful collection of links to some amazing Lebanese (or Leb) food on two of my favourite food blogs - Minimalist Baker and My Name is Yeh.  Honestly, these blogs aren't secrets, they're really internet famous because they are both authored by creative individuals who respect food, themselves and their point of view.  For people unfamiliar, Lebanese food is savoury, whole-foods focused, fatty and still refreshing.  It is my favourite style of food on planet Earth. 

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Sunday reads: Bye Olympics, Karam Kitchen and Avos.

Ok so it's Monday.

I spent the weekend packing so I didn't get to share my good reads, and I am off today so here we are!

The Olympics were amazing this year, especially for women of colour (Jezebel).

In a former life, I lived in Northeast India doing research on the process of political empowerment for rural women.  I can tell you without reservation that to be a woman in Indi is to be gritty, resilient.  No wonder they're making more female Olympians than at any time in their history.  I weep with joy for them. 

...and more. 

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Sunday reads: No apologies.

I came of age as Donovan Bailey won my country's first 100m Sprint Olympic Gold and set a world record.  Twenty years later, we're back.  My anxiety about Andre De Grasse's semi-final against Usain Bolt is turning into nervous internet browsing.  The race is 20 minutes away, which comprises about half the time I spend thinking about track & field each four years.  

Here are some cool things to distract a waiting nation: 


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Quitting the Do-Goodery: What saving the world looks like in my 30s.

In northeastern Afghanistan, there is a province called Badakhshan.  In Badakhshan, there is a capital city called Fayzabad.  In Fayzabad, there is a provincial hospital.  In that hospital, there are dozens of women who came from far away to have their babies.  They are Pamiri women and women from the Wakhan corridor.  They are women from everywhere in between. 

In 2011, I took my very best shot at helping out.  I was 27 years old and I moved from Ottawa, Canada to Kabul, Afghanistan for a job with a well-known and well-respected global non-profit.  I thought I would do some good.  I thought I would learn a lot.  

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