The root of your dental pain

What is at the root of your dental pain?


This article now out on Colgate Oral Care Center can help you better understand apexification, a treatment that targets the root of the tooth.

CLICK HERE to read more about this in-office treatment

and come prepared to your next dental appointment with the right background knowledge and questions.

© 2019 Dr. Mirissa D. Price: Harvard Dentist, Author, Improv Comedian.


We Came, We Brushed, We Smiled!

Wait a minute?! Your dentist didn’t let you in on the trade secret?!

But I must admit, this secret is so good, that the students, faculty, and staff at Harvard School of Dental Medicine just couldn’t keep it quiet any longer!


Click Here To Read More On The Huffington Post!

© 2017 Mirissa D. Price: A Dental Student, A Writer, A Journey to Share.

Fluoride-Fresh Comedy

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Medical-dental integration is real, and the importance is no laughing matter.  But who doesn’t like a little humor in the dental chair?

CLICK HERE to read a May 2016 reflection about the importance of medical-dental integration, and stay tuned and alert for updates on why the mouth truly cannot be removed from the body.

© 2016 Mirissa D. Price: A Dental Student, A Writer, A Journey to Share.

An Open Letter To You, My Patients


I can’t remember.  The silence

that came before your whispers in the hospital halls.  How

many arteries per hour

my blood surged, sitting

beside a patient without knowing.


to read more of An Open Letter to You, My Patients

Thank you to the Doctors Who Create team for creating such a wonderful platform for clinical humanities, and thank you for the gift of an opportunity to learn.  Be sure to explore the rest of the wonderful pieces on Doctors Who Create before clicking away!

© 2016 Mirissa D. Price: A Dental Student, A Writer, A Journey to Share.

Talk. I am listening.

While the city sleeps
tucked beneath a dark embrace
my mind hears yours.
Talk. I am listening.
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Click here to read more of this poem, Cadaver 4, from Doctors Who Create, and be sure to stick around the site to explore what other creative ponderings are going through the minds of your physicians and physicians-in-training.

© 2016 Mirissa D. Price: A Dental Student, A Writer, A Journey to Share.

I Didn’t Think Katrina

Issue 6 Has Arrived!


And I am honored to be included as a poet alongside such great talents.  Thank you to the fabulous team at Ink In Thirds for selecting my piece and crafting such an inspiring publication.

CLICK HERE to pick up your own copy of Ink In Thirds Magazine, and be sure to turn to page 23 to read “I Didn’t Think Katrina.”

© 2016 Mirissa D. Price: A Dental Student, A Writer, A Journey to Share.

Issue 5 is Live!


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Corvus Review Issue 5 is now live!  And on page 75, you can find my medical school-inspired short story!!!

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to read more of my first short story ever written, ever published, and check out all the other amazing work found in the pages of this summer issue of Corvus Review.  Thank you to the amazing editorial staff at Corvus Review for including this piece; I am truly honored, and THANK YOU to my amazing readers for supporting my work with the gift of your time.

© 2016 Mirissa D. Price: A Dental Student, A Writer, A Journey to Share.

Flakes of Inspiration

The yellow flakes of fungi-laden toenails struck me the most.  On feet so edematous a sock could barely fit, those yellow flakes told a story.

Mr. C was an 82-year old physicist.  His bookshelf stood cluttered under piles of textbooks he no longer read.  His stories filled with details of a life immersed in academics he no longer knew.  Having retired over thirty years ago, Mr. C occasionally picked up the latest Physics publication.  More often, though, he picked up a book of poetry and sat with his cat to read.  More often, he picked up a paintbrush and canvas and stroked his interpretation of the view from his new apartment window.

“I sat on a board for animal research,” Mr. C explained, drifting into another story of his past.  “And the vote was always fourteen to one.  Should we lock monkeys in a basement?  Fourteen to one!  Should we inject those monkeys with a chemical?  Fourteen to one!”

Mr. C was always the ‘one,’ always persistent in his beliefs.  He remembered every detail of those cases, every aspect of his debate.

“Can you take your shoes and socks off for us, Mr. C?” I asked, transitioning from conversation to the extremities portion of the exam.

Mr. C was still his proud, determined self.  Even sitting in a wheelchair, he insisted on shooing away his nurse’s reaching hand, slowly undressing his swollen feet on his own terms.

“How long have you had this swelling?” I inquired, helping move his sock into his shoe.  I pushed against Mr. C’s skin, watching the pink tone fill the white indent as quickly as I let go.  “And the yellow on your toenails?”

Mr. C didn’t know the answer to either question.  With coffee dripping down his white undershirt and uncombed beard, with his sudden transition to a story about his upbringing, I could tell Mr. C hadn’t seen his feet in quite some time.

As I returned the sock to Mr. C’s right foot, I noticed a flake of yellow toenail crumble to the carpet and vanish between the shag projections.  Encircled in clutter, I knew that flake would stay on the floor for quite some time.

“Thank you for your time and for all of the wonderful stories,” I ended a few minutes later, gathering my stethoscope and blood pressure cuff into a bag.  “I’ll be on the lookout for your next painting!”

And with that, I left.  A man so intelligent, his dementia was barely noticeable.  A man so determined, his medical conditions dwarfed under his dialect.  If not for a brief cognitive assessment and a review of his flaky, yellow toenails, I never would have seen that this wonderful man’s autonomy was in gradual decline.

If you follow my blog, you may have noticed something peculiar: *crickets*

Instead of a post every day, there has been a post every few days.  Instead of poetry publications on steroids, there has been a quiet lull in poetic outpourings.


Because of Mr. C.  Thanks to Mr. C.

On days when I am so exhausted I can’t pull the cover from over my face, on these days filled with so much studying I barely find time to write, Mr. C is my muse.  Mr. C keeps me moving forward.

What moments keep you moving forward?  What experiences fill you with energy and inspiration?  Capture them.  Cherish Them.  Share them.

© 2016 Mirissa D. Price: A Dental Student, A Writer, A Journey to Share.