Pocono kitchen view.
What perfect weather to tell you about Continue reading
When it’s a tad chilly in Orlando.
trust
When you recognize that family sitting on the couch.
I want you to know that I see you there. I may be in and out of the room Continue reading
Sharing is just so incredibly beautiful ...
On hoping for sometimes.
I usually feel it first behind my right eye. I suppose it could be described as an ominous little nag of ache on the back of my eyeball when I blink. Continue reading
Sharing is just so incredibly beautiful ...
On feeling what no one can see. Until someone does.
My recliner view.
There it was again. That look. A person walking towards you innocently glances your way as they pass by. But then you see that very subtle little double-take, their eyes lingering on you just a bit too long to be natural. Or comfortable. Continue reading
Sharing is just so incredibly beautiful ...
When you’re not even sure who’s making you so mad.
It actually hurts my heart to write these words today, but I really don’t think I like Nursing that much anymore. Continue reading
Sharing is just so incredibly beautiful ...
On waiting and the harshing of my peace bubble.
One of the challenges of nursing is that every, single thing we do is time-sensitive. Each task has a deadline, and many can have serious consequences Continue reading
Sharing is just so incredibly beautiful ...
On getting your heart unbroken on a Monday.
I have to admit, no matter how much I love being a nurse, there are just times when 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 wishes and fence riding.
I told Tommy this morning that I sure wish I could take some of this from him. Continue reading
Sharing is just so incredibly beautiful ...
On wrestling with that ice-cold bucket of Plan B.
These last few months have been full of accepting unwanted realities. Actually, my last few years have been weighted pretty heavily Continue reading
