So here’s what I’m thinking about today: garage door openers. Suddenly Continue reading
Chronic Illness
When your sleep is actually weirder than you are.
You’re lying there and a slow awareness slips in. That pit has enveloped you again. It’s not comfortable here. Nor is it restful. Or healing. At all. This is not that delicious place where you want to stretch and linger as the new morning dawns. Continue reading
Sharing is just so incredibly beautiful ...
On nagging Aztec, sticker therapy, and celebrating the struggle to move today.
The long road home from Mississippi.
I’ve spent this week at home resting. We returned from traveling to my father-in-law’s Continue reading
Sharing is just so incredibly beautiful ...
On something to ponder.
Don’t you think it would do humanity some good Continue reading
Sharing is just so incredibly beautiful ...
When you’ve been promised BBQ, but you have to do this first.
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
Sharing is just so incredibly beautiful ...
On being a real pain in the honesty.
Rocky in his devastating handsomeness.
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
Sharing is just so incredibly beautiful ...
On those moments in nursing.
I don’t necessarily think you have to be a nurse to experience these, but that’s when I first started noticing them myself. They’ve been with me through my first five years of practice, Continue reading
Sharing is just so incredibly beautiful ...
On Turmeric Rice yesterday, but please … not today.
My husband and I went out to dinner last night and I had the most amazing Turmeric Rice. Continue reading
Sharing is just so incredibly beautiful ...
When numbers really don’t matter, yet they do.
Here’s a little update to add to your Happy New Year celebrations: Continue reading
Sharing is just so incredibly beautiful ...
Claw marks on the Merry Christmas Highway.
No one chooses their story. No matter how well we plan, how tightly we control our moments, we really have no idea what our lives will hold. We press forward Continue reading
