Medical student at CHSU-COM. I've studied at Berkeley, trained at Yale, and worked across California. Somewhere along the way, I realized the place I was always trying to get back to was the one I started from.
Home to the best street tacos, the kindest people, and the contradiction that first made me want to be in medicine.
We live in the fruit basket of the world. And yet, by almost every health measure, we are among the worst off in the country. I grew up inside that gap without knowing it had a name. Eventually I learned it did: health inequity. And I learned it wasn't an accident.
I went to UC Berkeley to understand the structures that create that gap. I went to Yale for my MPH to learn how to close it — and spent the years after doing exactly that, working as a health equity program manager, building tools to track disparities across populations, and running community programs aimed at the people most likely to fall through the cracks.
But there was always something I felt I couldn't do from behind a spreadsheet. I wanted to be in the room. I wanted to be the person someone could trust with their body, not just their data.
So I came home. I'm now a medical student at CHSU-COM in the Central Valley — the same valley that first asked me the question I've spent my whole career trying to answer.
Four stops across the country, each a little closer to the answer.
Here are some of my favorite projects. I really enjoy making life easier for people.
Built for a health plan to track care disparities across 1.2M members, with a focus on maternal and child health outcomes.
Interactive dashboard monitoring a health system's performance across its value-based contracts — translating financial and clinical data into actionable insights.
Led floor planning and design for a community health fair that served nearly 200 members of the Central Valley.
A rolling log of what I catch at FAT, SFO, and wherever else I can find a perimeter fence. Follow along on Instagram.
A short manifest of the things I can't stop doing. Every one of them is, somehow, about paying attention.
Sunday afternoons at the end of 28R, camera up, neck craned. A 777 coming in low enough to read the livery is still the best cheap thrill I know.
Every new place I've lived has changed a little of how I see medicine. I take that seriously — and I try to come back with recipes.
Most weeknights something garlicky is on the stove. Khmer curries, borrowed pasta, whatever my grandmother wouldn't let me forget.
The only time I fully close my laptop is when four friends are over for dinner and nobody remembers what anyone's job is.
Bookmarked essays, half-read textbooks, a 30% finished Anki deck. A reasonable tax on being curious.
If any of this resonates — the medicine, the Valley, or the airplanes — I'd love to hear from you. Email is the surest way to reach me; the rest are below.