It always starts the same way. With a silly grin, Ruby Wren takes my hand, we walk through the big sliding doors together, and she starts saying, Continue reading
mental illness
When you’re not being paid to look at naked people.
In my profession, I see a whole lot of skin. It’s not only the largest human organ, Continue reading
Blue eyes and a little black suitcase.
It was around 3PM on a Tuesday when I got the call saying that I had another patient coming from the ED. Ouch. By this point in the day, I had already been juggling a team of five patients for 8 hours. Two of these patients were quite sick 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
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