November 9th marked the 5th year of my father’s passing. I don’t know if it’s a blessing things have been so absolutely ridiculous at the hospital that I glossed over it until today, or if I feel guilty about it. Regardless, I didn’t want it to go unmarked. It would perhaps have been impossible to […]
The Day I Was Called A Racist: A Front Line Healthcare Worker Perspective
My childhood was rooted in the 1970s, though my teen years, taste in music, and horror movies clearly took place and developed in the 1980s. I can’t say I grew up in a particularly diverse population in our small city. I remember a single African American student in my graduating class, and one Asian. Not […]
A Physical Manifestation Of Pain
Is it me, or do things hurt worse and cut much deeper as an adult than they did when we were children? I wonder if it has to do with our years of experience. The longer we’re alive, the more change messes with us, and we therefore feel losses so much more than if we […]
Don’t Put Me At Risk: A Front Line Healthcare Worker Perspective
A friend and co-worker approached someone a couple weeks ago who walked in the entrance of the hospital. It was early, probably before 5:30a.m., and this particular individual wasn’t wearing a mask. My co-worker walked up and politely told this person, as we are required to do, “Excuse me, but you need to wear a […]
It’s Seriously Been Over A Year Since I Wrote A Blog Post
I had the opportunity today to load some of the blog posts I was able to recover from my former site. I lost more than I care to admit. Many, many more. But, the ones I recovered will be posted over the coming weeks. I added several today, then realized I haven’t written a new […]
A Year Since Mom’s Passing
I knew a guy whose mother passed away when we were still in high school. We were never friends per se, but we’d gone to grade school together and knew of each other. I remember thinking how awful for him, and I couldn’t fathom losing either of my parents at that age. People do, though, […]
The Crossroads Of Mortality
I stopped by Mom’s house today to start the vehicle, check for mail, and make sure all is as it should be. I also called and talked to a friend while I was there. We’ve been friends 30 years now and while he’s been the epitome of health as long as I’ve known him, he […]
Dear Marianne
Let’s just get this right out of the way. If you were still here, Ralph and I would have shipped you Mom’s dog after she passed and told you all the best parts about him and his little personality. You’d have thought you were receiving a little blessing from Heaven made of gold. And then […]
A Dog’s Mourning
I’ve recently been told that the body doesn’t differentiate between physical and mental stress. Stress is just stress. And, over time, it can change the mind’s chemistry depending on how much stress you’re dealing with on a consistent basis. I imagine it’s the same for animals. The dog we inherited from Mom, Cuckoo—no, we didn’t […]
Merry Christmas And A Look Back At 2018
It’s no secret this year and I haven’t been on good terms. I’ll not be missing it when it turns to 2019. Honestly, I don’t remember daring 2018 to be worse than 2017, yet it went there anyway. Unpredictably. All on its own. Sort of like watching our President on any given week. Oh, that […]
