Nurse Debi is enjoying some much-needed stillness this morning after the insanity of another shift at the hospital. Even after all these years of practice, Continue reading
comfort
On entertaining the troops and those miserable nurses in the waiting room.
After spending the last few years working in the hospital, I’ve come to realize just Continue reading
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
On circling helicopters, broken hearts, and peace-breathing.
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.
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
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
When you can still hear his Amen.
Meet Don Kemp. He came into my life when I was 9 years old and totally rocked my world. We blended two families, moved across country a few times, and went through life together. Continue reading
When Lupus smacks you right down to your painful knees.
I probably should’ve known when that sneaky weariness smacked me from out of nowhere late Monday morning. Continue reading
When God just goes ahead and drops that bomb.
I’ve been wrestling with this one for a few days now, not quite sure how to speak. It’s about pain. I hate it. I really, really just hate it. Between years of studying it, Continue reading
On Southern drawls, and changing views out your kitchen window.

Pocono kitchen view.
It was winter 2002 when our little family packed up our dog, hamster, two cats, and every little bit of our Mississippi charm, as we headed out on a crazy 4-year adventure of living high up in the Pocono Mountains of NE Pennsylvania. Continue reading