The decision was easy, but the cost was great. At one point I was sleeping in different homes during finals week because the lease on my apartment had ended and another full month was not in my budget.
An experienced doctor listened to my heart for thirty seconds after the infamous duck walk...“Probably nothing. Protocol makes us have to get an echo.”
High school was the toughest four years of my life. But the core mandate of wrestling is to “always get up,” so I learned that given my disadvantages, I would have to fight harder than everyone else to achieve my goals.
Scholarship week is here! Today's fifth place prize combines mixing drinks and health care for the underserved.
Attorneys can become millionaires too, even if (or perhaps especially if) they work in Big Law.
A recently published academic paper confirms that the average resident is a financial idiot. Rock bottom. Nowhere to go but up! Kudos to those working on this problem.
We're giving away money again! Come get some! Or give some! Or just help us judge all these essays!
WCI, LLC is going to file taxes in 2017 as an S Corp. It will lower our taxes but at the cost of significant hassle.
I cannot adequately express my gratitude in writing to each and every one of you for your support these last 5 1/2 years. When I began this crazy journey in 2011 I didn't know if I would still be at it 2 years later, much less that I would enjoy the sense of accomplishment, additional income, and bizarre fame that now accompanies me where ever I go.
As we come to the end of CFE week, we review three books ideal for the beginning investor. If you can't make it through one of these, give up and go hire an advisor.
In the last year, a fair number of physician financial blogs have popped up. Most are surprised to see that I encourage what they're doing since blogging is more collaborative than competitive.
The White Coat Investor: A Doctor's Guide to Personal Finance and Investing is now available on Audible. Figure out what the fuss is all about by getting your copy today!
Holding my wife in my arms I remember feeling very fortunate for her, no matter how things turn out. Even if we lost all our savings and would be unable to afford trying again for a few years, we had each other.
Without a job, friends, or a home at age 26, ten years after my first drink and a pack per day tobacco habit, I finally realized that what those amber bottles contained was actually another form, a deeper form, of powerlessness.
In those two months on surgery, the celestial cycle grounded me, affording me a rare moment to myself. It offered a moment of beauty and serenity amidst the cacophony of beeping hospital pagers and the ugliness of disease.