Hey Memoirville lovers and lurkers,

I’m afraid I haven’t been quite fair to you. I take, take, take, and never give anything in return. “Send me your memoirs,” I said. “Share your hopes and fears, your grief, your search for identity, your dysfunctional family, your secret bialy recipe.” And you did! You held your own next to pros like the hilarious Hilary Carlip, heartwarming Julia Fox Garrison, and jet-setting Elizabeth Gilbert, and did so with humor, strength, and honesty.

So here’s an essay about my gynecologist.

Only fair, right? It ran in the New York Press last week. Now that it seems no one is going to sue me, disown me, or tell me to go get an accounting degree and never write again, I’m sharing it with all of you.

My favorite part is the witty and spot-on photo illustration by Wendy Hu. It’s the first time an artist has created something specially for my words, and I’m totally honored. Wendy — call me!

So that’s my story. What’s yours?

-Rachel