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


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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When not very pleasant finally quits.


I saw him watching me in the hallway a few months ago. I smiled at him as I hurried past, busy trying to finish up before shift change. For some reason, I felt compelled to stop and look back at him again. He was still standing there, still smiling. His gaze was knowing. Familiar. And his eyes were twinkling as he watched the recognition struggling within me. Continue reading