On idiotic checklists and bullfrogs that just matter.


Okay … so confession time. I had something to say last night, and I really didn’t want to spend today (my last day off before working the weekend) sitting inside at my computer. So I sat down right then, and got a few things off my mind. Late last night, I finally hit “publish”, and then went on to bed. Continue reading

On missing Gary.


The Gary I remember.

It was just a Tuesday morning earlier this summer – June 19th, in fact. The unit was full of doctors wanting status updates, and I’m that nurse who’s just trying to figure out what the heck is going on because I’ve been off for four days, and I’m still struggling my way back into that nursing reality. That’s when my cellphone rings. That’s when I learned that Gary had died. He was suddenly just gone.

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On letting thieves come in.

20180713_0642533436121910961911423.jpgI’ve been in a bit of a funk lately. I can’t really attach a name to it other than I just feel quiet. If you look at me from the outside, I can still talk and laugh and function like everybody else. But on the inside … my heart just feels strangely subdued. Muted. Silenced. Hushed. Continue reading