Tag Archives: Life
After The Ending
My husband and I sat across from each other in Chick Fil A. Not the most clever of places for us to have a date night, but it was last minute, it was raining outside, and we desperately needed to … Continue reading →
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Tagged birth, blog, blogger, blogging, Chick Fil A, CPR, Death, Doctor, endings, extubated, fear, hospice, hurt, Life, medic, Peace, resolution, story
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A Call to Arms
I have never been a fan of 45. The reason is simple, the origin of my dislike is clear. He takes the thing that I value most, the thing that speaks my innermost secrets, conveys life and death, healing and … Continue reading →
The Deal of the Art
I had the strange notion to visit an art museum today. I had the day off, the kids were in school and I had no desire to peruse the aisles of Target again, mindlessly dropping things into my cart that … Continue reading →
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Tagged art, art museum, blog, blogger, blogging, city, Doctor, inspiration, Life, museum, paintings, sculptures, Truth, writing
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Wicker for better living
You know what I’ve realized? Life is not like a Pottery Barn Catalog. Life isn’t all neatly tucked away in cute little wicker baskets on top of shelves. It’s not neatly filed in boxes and catalogued with metal tag holders. … Continue reading →
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Tagged blogging, clutter, Doctor, duvet covers, Humor, Life, pottery barn, storage, style, wicker baskets
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Funerals
I went to a funeral today. One of my favorite patients came for his routine appointment yesterday, stood matter-of-factly at the front desk and announced, “R died.” “What?” “R died.” “Are you joking? What?” She died. Unexpectedly, R. She was … Continue reading →
