Forgiveness is a gift you give yourself. I’ve been doing a lot of hiking lately some local, some a little further away, and hiking, especially alone, is always introspective for me. I’d gotten away from it lately, but having covered nearly 30 miles on foot over the last week on the Pacific Crest Trail in…
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Nurse’s Week
Rainy days and Mondays…
Rainy Days… Today is a rainy day; it’s also a Monday, the first Monday I’ve had off work since October. The calendar reads April, and the temperatures are in the 70s… even with the rain. Today is the kind of day that calls for curling up with a cat while reading books, cooking homemade soup,…
Happy 2017
A long December and there’s reason to believe Maybe this year will be better than the last – Counting Crows That’s one of my favorite songs from the Counting Crows. I am ever hopeful that 2017 will be better than 2016. 2016 was rough. In some ways, it seemed as if the black cloud that…
Reflections from 2016
As per usual, I’m late….especially when it come to reflections about the past. I’ve spent the first few days of 2017 reflecting on 2016 and projecting about 2017 and beyond. I am always surprised when it gets to the end of the calendar year. I am yet am not ready to leave 2016 behind. As…
The one about the end
Mid-year-end review 2016 In some ways, 2016 has been great; and yet, it’s been rough in lots of ways. I have had four physical addresses in the last 6 months. 4 times of packing up my stuff and moving to a new location. 4 times of unpacking boxes. 4 times of trying to get the…
Some people
I remember the first patient that I liked that died. Really liked. James was a 16 year old boy with Cystic Fibrosis. He was surly, uncooperative, and mouthy. He never wanted to take any medicines or do any therapy. A lot of my co-workers would rather not have him as a patient, but whenever he…
Let’s get honest: traveling solo
Today is Valentine’s Day–a day where couples celebrate their love, or for the more cynical among us, a day capitalized on by card makers, candy purveyors, and jewelry hawkers. Despite any appearance I may give, I’ve been coupled up [and mostly happily coupled] every year since I was 19 years old. My sole year as…
Falling in love again
Charleston is the first city that stole my heart. I was 9, on a South Carolina history field trip, and riding the boat to Fort Sumter. I knew at that moment that I would do everything in my power to have that feeling again… wind in my hair, salty air on my lips… freedom…. Never…