Tag Archives: Dad
Changing Times
You know that the times they are a-changing when you have lunch with your dad and he wants to talk about Malcolm X. I tried to get out of the lunch date, not because I’m some kind of horrible daughter, … Continue reading →
Posted in My Stories
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Tagged Black Lives Matter, blog, blogger, blogging, Change, Cracker Barrel, Dad, daughter, Doctor, fishing, hope, Malcolm X, NRA, womens march, writing
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digging ditches
I inhaled deeply and out came the contents of the day in one long breath. The computers, the patients, the staff, the new EMR system. All of the problems. No solutions. So much frustration. I just want to quit! I … Continue reading →
Posted in My Stories
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Tagged blog, blogger, blogging, construction, Dad, digging ditches, Doctor, EMR, hard work, quit, writer, writing
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Haunted
My husband looked alarmed. He had answered the phone and I could tell by his facial expressions that this was no ordinary call. OK, OK, I’ll be right there. He hung up the phone. That was my dad. He said … Continue reading →
Posted in Medical Musings, My Stories
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Tagged Dad, died, Doctor, neighborhood, neighbors, soccer, son
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