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
I started this post with different intentions. I had intentions to talk about a slew of topics whirling through my mind but for some reason everything I typed all came back to swimming. Every piece of writing navigated toward the water, as much of my life tends to. Sometimes you don't know what your heart wants… Continue reading A friend like mine
Being a mom is really, really hard. Being a mom to a child who ends up in others care is even harder. I should start by clarifying that I am not a mom - not to a healthy baby, not to an unhealthy baby, not to any form of a small human being at all.… Continue reading You’re Still Mom
This years national nurses day and nurses week has me caught between a rock and a hard place. To some it's a secret, to some it's not - I have chosen to leave the hospital setting and pursue other avenues of nursing. The transition hasn't been an easy one, but it's been a necessary one… Continue reading Every nurse is a real nurse. From one, to another.
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.
With political chaos in full fledge and debates related to abortion, vaccination, police brutality, racial conflict, religion, human rights, walls and so much more resulting in cities being burned down and shotguns pulled it's hard to feel connected in our own country- let alone those who neighbor us. This is not a political post. This… Continue reading We’re Not So Different After All
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