She did it!

This girl hit her all time fastest running speed at Barry’s Bootcamp.

Newsflash: it was the MINIMUM recommended speed and took 2 weeks, lots of ice cream, and an injury to build up to. But I did it!

And you can, too.

The thing about a fitness journey is that the journey has nothing to do with fitness.

It has to do with balance.

A fitness journey involves acceptance of the ups and downs,

allowing yourself to eat when and what your body wants, and finding time for breaks in the process.

This running speed came after I slept in until noon and indulged in all the yummy extras I had in my kitchen. I felt kind of bad about that so-called indulgence for a bit, and then I saw, it’s what my body wanted! And clearly what it needed to achieve these personal bests.

So listen to your body.

Your personal best is always yourself on a fully nourished and rested day.

And slower running speeds, you can #kissmygrits 😘

Here’s What I Weigh!

Rotating through Developmental Medicine, I saw a young boy beginning the battle with an eating disorder, a disease that has taken the life of so many.

So I went out and found ways [heh, weighs ;)] we can contribute to making the world healthier!

This campaign is just one that anyone can so easily support!

I weigh [who I am, what I contribute to this world, and what brings me joy]. I am a doctor, a friend, a puppy mom; a comedian, author, nerd; a woman, leader, survivor. I am NOT a number on a scale, a size on a pair of pants, or a percent of body fat. I am not measured by a BMI. Those things change – and not just due to weight but with hormones, age, sleep cycle. **** THOSE THINGS DON’T MATTER ❤️*** And I am passionate about changing our conversations around health and weight. I may be biased as a dentist, but I believe firmly that your health emerges from your smile and everything that your smile grows from and contributed to this world. I weigh the smile that grounds me to this moment. I don’t much care about my relationship with the gravitational pull of this Earth.

What do you weigh? Support a healthy culture by adding your bullet point list of “pounds” that matter. @jameelajamilofficial @i_weigh #iweigh

10 Health Conditions Hiding in Plain Sight of the Dentist

THIS New Article is Out on Medium!

Let’s face it: the idea of a dental visit can be a lot to chew!

The heckling about flossing; the dozens of questions your dentist asks while wads of cotton sit between your cheeks and your teeth; the age-old question of ‘if I poke you, will you bleed?’ (Although, that last one gets me laughing every time as the patient.)


But those visits to the dentist are important! — and not just for their comedic value or the resultant sparkly, clean teeth 😊 Beneath the plaque and calculus, and monotone dictation of numbers for a chart, your dentist is evaluating your medical health. She is reading your teeth like a road-map, considering your oral and overall health today and over the past few months or years.


© 2019 Mirissa D. Price: A Dental Student, A Writer, A Journey to Share.

You Are a Part of the Solution: Remedying the Opioid Crisis

Every day, over 90 Americans die from an opioid overdose. And, we are each a part of the solution.

Click Here to read Mirissa D. Price’s Huffington Post article on the topic of Opioid Abuse and the Dental Profession.


NPR’s Robert Siegel of All Things Considered came to discuss this very issue at Harvard School of Dental Medicine in August of 2017. They happened to catch me learning how to make provisional restorations in the process (the above photo). Click here to listen to the full broadcast from the Harvard and Boston dental community.

Whether you are the patient, the family member, the medical doctor, social worker, or dentist, it’s time to ask yourself one simple question:

What role will you take in creating the solution? 

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

Harness Your Power To Heal

A woman sat beside me at the doctor’s office. “I’m in pain,” she said, cradling her knee. Under the flow of her skirt, I couldn’t see what was wrong. Was it swollen? Was it bruised? Was she bleeding and bandaged? All I knew were her words: ‘I’m in pain.’


As we humans tend to do, my first instinct was sympathy. Phrases like, ‘I’m so sorry to hear that,’ and ‘Can I do anything for you?’ came to mind. Thoughts of fetching an ice pack and consoling a stranger claimed my brain.


But I didn’t even know if she needed ice!

And as a medical provider trained in empathy, I could hear how distancing these words really were. ‘I’m sorry to hear that,’ is nice, but it doesn’t mean I share in your pain. ‘Can I do anything for you’ is generous, but it still makes this pain your problem, not mine. In a world of personal boundaries, sympathy is the safest of routes, but it’s far from the most healing.


But the empathetic route, the option to turn to her and say, ‘That must be hard’ or ‘I can’t even imagine what you are experiencing,’ just didn’t seem right either. Because her knee hurt – I could imagine that much. And, as I have learned in my years of improv comedy, never assume another person is thinking the same as you. Maybe this pain is something that excites her – though, that would feel odd. Or, maybe her experience is anger, not sorrow. Maybe she’s angry because her kid left a toy in the hallway and that led to her trip and fall. I hear an improvised ‘Yes, and…’ in the distance. Maybe her kid is a teenager and the game was a video game console that he was supposed to put away hours ago! The real pain is having to deal with that son of hers when she gets home.


Who am I to assume another’s story?

And who am I to intrude on her experience? Sure, I could ask how she feels. I could ask her to tell me more, but I wasn’t her doctor. I wasn’t even an acquaintance. I was a neighbor, a fellow patient in waiting. I was a woman sitting in the same position as her with the only difference being our chief complaints.


And even as a complete stranger, I carried the power to help.


“Have you heard of biofeedback?” I asked, speaking as though I was simply starting a casual conversation. With a neurological illness as a child, biofeedback was one of the many tools at my disposal. With patients in the dental chair, biofeedback was one of the most powerful techniques for alleviating the anxious mind. And in the absence of technology, I knew meditation could be just as complete. “Your mind is a powerful thing.”


I closed my eyes and rested my hands. I softened my shoulders, and let my head fall. I felt the chair beneath my body, and the floor beneath my feet. I asked her to do the same. I took a deep breath in, tasting the air of my surroundings, smelling the plastic of the waiting room chairs. I took a deep breath out, purifying my body of that doctor office smell. I pictured what kind of room the smell came from. I let that image go. I pictured the paintings on the walls. I let those paintings go.


“My hands feel heavy,” I whispered, letting their weight fall into my lap. She repeated. She felt the same.


“My arms feel heavy,” I whispered, letting my shoulders sag against their weight. She repeated. She did the same.


“My arms feel warm,” I smiled, embracing the air around me. My eyes were closed, but I like to imagine she felt the same.


“I feel calm and relaxed,” I inhaled, dropping expression from my face. “I feel calm and relaxed,” I exhaled, dropping pain from my mind. “I feel calm and relaxed,” I finished, nearly falling asleep.


“Rosa, Rosa Sorencio!” A nurse called a name in the distance, opening our eyes to attention. “Rosa!”


And just as quickly as we met, we parted ways, but we weren’t strangers any more. We weren’t women in passing. We were neighbors, or slightly more, united by a moment of calm, gathered in the strength of our own beautiful minds.


And if you think this is just a story, think again! Because your mind is just as powerful. Your strength is just as beautiful.


Each and every one of us carries such an incredible power of healing. Our only true barrier to calm is our noisy selves.


I close my eyes. I relax.

I am at peace.

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

I Spy With My Quiet Mind, Something …

Did you take your mindfully beautiful walk of the day?  

If not, what are you waiting for?  Here’s your formal invitation 😉 Go give that mindful walk a step or two of a try!  Who knows what inspiration and joy your quiet mind will discover.

Did you see something extra special?!  Let us know in the comments as you finish the sentence: ‘I spy with my quiet mind, something ________.” 

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