Bloom.
My daffodils started coming up in January. That’s early for here. Normally it’s late February or early March. But upContinue Reading
Author: Rachel
Beets & Signs
When I met OD she had already passed her 100th birthday a few years prior. As her newly assigned hospiceContinue Reading
Gutter snow melt.
Some days I feel like the newly fallen snow. Fresh, clean, pristine. Shiny and bright. Glowing. The world is mine.Continue Reading
Pink spandex, wide open roads
During the early days of the COVID-19 pandemic, when almost everyone was trying to stay at home and no oneContinue Reading
Boil and ice.
Boiling, churning, bubbling. About to overflow. Roil and toil and trouble right to the edge. Going to blow. Then stop.Continue Reading
About dirt.
H was a rancher from a small town in the middle of nowhere. A town surrounded by fields and farmsContinue Reading
Emotional recess.
There are those emotions again. Those feelings. Those…. Ugh. There are so many of them (still). All churning and rushingContinue Reading
About going home.
I remember the very old, thin, papery skin hanging on angular bones. So pale you could see the veins snakeContinue Reading
Tangles.
Sometimes there are so many feelings swirling around inside it feels like a giant tangle. Like a rope or threadContinue Reading
About dentures.
Over twenty years ago, when I was a brand-new nursing student,, I did not know what dentures were. I hadContinue Reading
If I were my own best friend... 