About independence.
Ms. F was a ninety-something-year-old woman who scheduled to see me in clinic, then showed up ready to rumble. SheContinue Reading
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It.
I had “it.” But I never really thought I had enough of “it.” I was striving for and wanting moreContinue Reading
Condiment day.
Condiment day. Ketchup. Mustard. Relish. I imagine gifting myself one day a week as a “condiment day” – some ketchup,Continue Reading
Communication.
Mr. A comes to the outpatient clinic for routine check-ups. He has a laundry list of ailments and a two-pageContinue Reading
One.
You are one in a million. You are one of a million. Two letters per word. A small word inContinue Reading
The learning.
Working in healthcare I have seen and experienced much more than I ever expected when I started out in thisContinue Reading
Bloom.
My daffodils started coming up in January. That’s early for here. Normally it’s late February or early March. But upContinue Reading
Beets & Signs
When I met D 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
