I'm learning to settle into my new role as a school nurse. It's been an adjustment beyond adjustments. But so very, very worth it. Although, as I continue on I recognize a large disconnect. While autonomous, freeing, and incomparable it is also an isolating and publicly misunderstood role for a nurse. Here's what your child's… Continue reading What your child’s school nurse wish you knew
I am tired. Really, really tired. I am tired of the hateful balance of skepticism and narcissism in society. I am tired of the emotional desensitization that has come with highlighting gruesome rampages on media - to be remembered and prayed about on Twitter for a whole two hours. I am tired of more awareness… Continue reading Don’t let the ugly in others kill the beauty in you
This feels pessimistic in nature, which conflicts hard with my baseline vibe. But I'm just going to outright say it: You can't save everyone. I have watched a newborns heart physically beating, their chest open and vessels craving abetment... and I could not save them. I have stroked an infants hair as their brain actively… Continue reading You Can’t Save Everyone
Over the past year and it's many transitions I have both risen and fallen with the sun and one persistent, overwhelming thought: Who AM I and what was I CREATED for? A thought so perplexing, nagging, and intrusive that I constantly felt weighed down by the mistrust in my own answers. One of the hardest… Continue reading The Space Between the Bones
Let me start by saying that what Iowan's consider "bugs", the average non-midwesterner (me) could mistake as small dinosaurs. Opinions aside, the "bugs" in Iowa are LOOKING FOR LOVE. They are full of hugs and kisses, and waiting for some sweet skin to sink in on. This sweet skin comes walking into my office as… Continue reading We all get bit, sometimes.
In the midst of my mid-life crisis and career transition, I have found myself at a crossroad or two. I struggled with my transition away from the hospital not only from the time that I chose to leave it, but from the moment I entered it. I knew from the beginning that my professional longings… Continue reading What do you do?
Disclosure: For privacy purposes all personal identifiers have been omitted or altered. This is fictional writing based off of real people and real experiences with intent to guide and inspire. I met him one August. I'll call him August. August was your average angsty teenager, plus some. He had outbursts of anger. He stole. He… Continue reading Project Perspective: I Met Him One August