One of so many things I adore about Marc is his ability to make me think. Sometimes he makes me think so hard that my brain actually physically hurts. Last night we went to our favorite Mexican restaurant and we just talked about our world. Where Earth has been, where it's going, what it may… Continue reading We just need someone to be mad at.
Sunday, 8:09 AM. My eyes strike open wide. My alarm is set for 9:00 AM, but alarms don't determine when or how I wake up. My body does, now. Beads of sweat form on my forehead. No, no, no, no. Please, no. My pelvic bones light on fire- burning, screaming. The internal organs between feel as though… Continue reading An Invisible Battle
I drove to work cold brew in hand like any other night. I wasn't expecting to meet you. I wasn't expecting to love to. To be entirely honest, that night I didn't even have the desire to. I was in a different headspace. I had been a PICU nurse for only one short year. Yet… Continue reading Love, your PICU nurse
Alright, friends. This is about to get real transparent, and real honest, REAL QUICK. This post is all about realizing HOW BEAUTIFUL YOU ARE in a world that tries to tell you "WHAT BEAUTIFUL IS". You're like boring, lame, "beauty is in the eye of the beholder", we know heather. But stick around. Because, personally, and most… Continue reading Beauty is;
Let me start by saying that running has not always been my, so called, "thang". I actually used to super duper hate it. I swam my whole life. Swam around in the womb and popped out thinking I could do the same in the deep end of the neighborhood pool. False. Overconfidence kills. So my… Continue reading Running stinks like roses.