On a whole lot of hand-holding.

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Blurry, but quite telling. That rebel on the right? Yep – that’s me. Present, yet not really.

She was just seventeen. She was wandering, floundering, utterly clueless. She wanted to do what was right … what was “normal” … what was expected. She really did. But yet she didn’t. She REALLY just didn’t want to. Continue reading

When it’s Saturday morning and you just can’t get out of the car.

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My Monday morning office.

It was still dark as I parked at the hospital Saturday morning. I opened my phone to silence the ringer before going upstairs when I saw a message that we were seriously short-staffed that day. I stared at those awful words for a long moment, then I put my phone back in my pocket, and just sat there.

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