Tag Archives: writing
Endlessly Forever
There are times when silence is necessary. Quiet reflection, stillness, exhalation. I found myself in a state of mind consistent with floating on the stillness of the ocean, buoyed by the salinity, the sun peaking in and out behind the … Continue reading →
For the love of nurses
I passed the boards, in case you were wondering. It’s a relief. I don’t have to think about that again for 10 years. Who knows, by then I may be retired. Or a famous writer. Or still doing the same … Continue reading →
Posted in Healthcare Today, Medical Musings, My Stories
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Tagged blog, blogger, blogging, burnout, Doctor, medical board, nurse, nurses, Patient, retired, writer, writing
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Wrinkles of Time
My favorite childhood book was A Wrinkle in Time. I don’t think it was because the story was anything special, but because my favorite person in the world told me it was her favorite story. She lowered herself to my … Continue reading →
Posted in My Stories
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Tagged A Wrinkle in Time, blog, blogger, blogging, book, Doctor, Drunkenness, Favorite, Read, Teacher, writer, writing
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Shamrock Shootout
My daughter is 7. She is in the first grade. It’s a sweet time of life because she still likes me and she still wants to be seen with me. In fact, she requests my presence the mornings that I … Continue reading →
Posted in My Stories
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Tagged blog, blogger, blogging, Doctor, executioner, first grade, Guns, Hugs, killer, kindergarten, Leprechaun, marksmen, mass shooting, pot of gold, school, shooting, St Patrick's Day, Teachers, writer, writing
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Take Me to Church
Let me tell you why church is hard. Trying to convince me that the Bible isn’t science but it is absolute truth about the beginning of time. Using examples like giraffes and language to explain divine design. Making fun of … Continue reading →
Shit Makes a Garden Grow
I needed to turn off the TV. I had had enough. Enough is enough. I don’t need to subject myself to such vitriol, such hate. No more. I sat and stewed. What was I going to do with the emotions … Continue reading →
Posted in My Stories
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Tagged America, ancestry.com, author, black and white movies, blog, blogger, blogging, book, Doctor, England, family, France, Germany, Hungary, immigrants, inspired, Shithole, writer, writing
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The Christmas Crescendo
The crescendo of the day is complete. The joyous ruckus of children whipped into a frenzy over the satisfaction of wholly met desires. It’s what I always wanted!! Thank you!! You’re the best mom, ever! Oh yes. I am. For … Continue reading →
Fact or Fashion? It’s Time to Choose
When I get dressed for work I have a certain uniform. Shirt, pants, cardigan, ballerina slippers. Simple and effective, but obviously not a lot of thought put into my look. My weekend and evening wear consists of some kind of … Continue reading →
Addiction and Redemption
I once went through a very unfortunate and embarrassing phase. I’m not exactly proud to admit it. In fact, it might be one of my more shameful secrets. I can’t explain why I did it. I guess I’ve always blamed … Continue reading →
Posted in My Stories
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Tagged addiction, blog, blogger, blogging, boobs, Doctor, Lita, Mae Young, Stone Cold Steve Austin, The Rock, wrestle-mania, writer, writing
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Me Too?
I have been in deep reflection over this “Me too” phenomenon. I have been giving it careful consideration trying to tally those moments that would allow me to say, ah yes, it has happened to me, too. It turns out, … Continue reading →
Posted in My Stories
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Tagged blog, blogger, blogging, counseling, creep, creepy, Doctor, fear, Mardi Gras, me too, medical license, New Orleans, Psychiatrist, Punky Brewster, Residency, Shine, Subdue, writer, writing
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