If there anyone who is currently doing there bsc or mph in public health or a proffessional, please kindly share your insights and experiences.They'll be really worth for me.

Senator Cassidy cast the deciding vote to confirm RFKJr. As a physician he should be ashamed. He seems to have some regrets now

We CANNOT give up on sharing information on how people can access COVID-19 vaccines in the coming months. Found this article helpful and hope others do too. https://www.scientificamerican.com/article/who-is-eligible-for-the-covid-vaccine-in-2025-and-how-to-get-it/

I keep seeing a lot of people discussing what's going on at the CDC. Everybody keeps praising the scathing letters from resigned officials and the staff walk out. THIS. IS. WHAT. THEY. WANT. They want people willing to resist to quit. They want people not working at the CDC. What they don't tend to have the power to deal with is everyday acts of resistance. James Scott has written some books on this and while the context is much different, I'm sure some of the smartest people in the world could come together to figure out similar strategies. Making dictators as ineffectual as possible is THE ONLY STRATEGY we have right now. Quitting and walking out does nothing. You all understand your offices better than anybody in Washington, use that to your advantage and slow these mofos down.

To be a public health nurse is in many ways like being a keeper of bees. You learn a deep respect for PPE—the veil, the gloves, the barrier between your soft skin and the sting. Not out of fear, but reverence. Protection is not distance; it is what allows you to step close enough to serve. You see that the hive shapes the health of each bee. The strength of the whole flows into the one—its protection, its nourishment, its rhythm. When the hive thrives, each bee carries that vitality; when the hive falters, even the strongest cannot stand apart. The community is not background but lifeblood, woven into every wingbeat. You practice the art of building trust and staying calm. The bees know your heartbeat; patients feel your steadiness. A frantic hand provokes, but a steady one soothes. In both fields, calm is not the absence of danger but the presence of respect. In maternal health, you stand among women whose power is both fierce and tender. You witness the fire that brings life forth, and the gentleness that cradles it after. Their strength teaches you that resilience is not hard stone but living flame—nurturing, protective, unyielding when called. And always, there is the connection to nature—cruel and astonishing, fragile and fierce. Life cycles unfold before your eyes: birth, loss, resilience. Honey and sting, grief and sweetness. To nurse and to tend is to accept that beauty and brutality share the same field. So you rise each day, veil or mask in place, stepping into the hum of the world’s need—a keeper of bees, a keeper of health.

I just need to vent about something that hit me hard after another dinner with extended family. I’ve always felt like the black sheep in my family, not because of who I am, but because of what I value. I started working for a medical school 3 years ago and I teach family centered care, health policy, how to advocate, and sexuality topics all within in the lens of disability. This drove me to pursue my MPH. I love my work. I love my degree. I just had my first guest lecture at an Ivy League for a workshop I’m developing all before I even graduate with my masters. I have had some of the greatest highs of my career and I can’t even celebrate them because my family can’t look past their discomfort. No one ever asks me about how work is or what I’m learning, or what’s going on in my life outside my relationship or how I look. My degree is “controversial” and my work is “political”. Yet still I sit there quietly, waiting for my turn, waiting for someone to show curiosity about me… but it never comes. As the youngest, I’ve spent years thinking eventually they’d see me, that my moment would come. But I’m realizing maybe it never will. We live in a different world now. I don’t want applause or praise. I just want to be considered, to be asked, to feel like I belong in my own family. And it stings to realize that in their eyes, my existence feels less comfortable to engage with than others’ all because after covid I chose to run towards the chaos not from it…