I’m listening right now to police and news choppers hovering overhead. The sound is relentless. Ominous. Heavy with heartbreak. Distinct with the rumble of grief. Apparently there was a suicide this morning at the high school near my home. A student. At 7:48 AM.
It took me 44 years to finally figure out what I wanted to be when I grew up. In high school, everybody else was setting goals and making them happen. Not me. I was just restless. Wrapped up in my music, wrapped up in myself. Continue reading
I don’t think he ever quite got over the fact that I grew up eating biscuits for supper and cornbread for breakfast. Continue reading
Don’t you think it would do humanity some good Continue reading
For some reason, I haven’t told a single person about you. I’m sure it’s a little bit due to embarrassment on my part, Continue reading
Right at shift change I knew that something was wrong. My gut was screaming to start the day by checking her first. Things just didn’t seem right. Her labs looked terrible. SHE looked terrible. Continue reading
Clearly little Ruby Wren was having none of it. She was tired. It was cold. And she’d heard we were going out for BBQ. Continue reading
Authenticity. Honesty. Substance. Realness. These words keep fighting their way to the surface this morning as I struggle with my jumbled-up thoughts. Continue reading
When you see me rushing off the unit in the evening, it may look like I’m running away from you … and maybe I am. In a way. At least a tiny bit.