Health and medical news, sometimes serious and sometimes fun. Wednesday, March 14, 2018. This was an essay I wrote many years ago, about a patient who stayed with me throughout my career. I was 20 years old, barely a nurse. He was 53 and about to die. I had no guidance, no map. I had been warned that Martin would start to lose mental func.

Building Bridges Education is all a matter of building bridges. Education is all a matter of building bridges. The transition to a new job, a new family routine, has worn me out.

By modern measures, yesterday would be deemed a failure. Rainy mornings are my favorite more so when I have nowhere to be. The kids long awake, my husband fully dressed for work, when finally he encouraged me out of my slumber. My eventual rising was a purposed task to make lunch and back. It was a glorious mess. And, it would be a failure, right? That I felt so good.

Let the stories in your heart come alive in print. Fifteen minutes later other dogs joined us in the park and my picky dog joined them in running around and chasing the ball, but again would only sniff the ball. I guess she has standards when it comes to stray balls left alone in the park. Sit back and relax,. Who cares what time it is kind of day. 6 My husband, .

Would I be able to keep up and actually write something for 31 days straight? Am I going to make a fool of myself? March 31, 2015.

Supporting Instructional Coaches, One Letter at a Time. Slice of Life March Challenge. Birthdays on Passover are not fair. Flight to Florida booked, total win. Soccer season starting, craziness will begin.

Taking small steps to becoming a writer. How is everyone feeling? I can honestly say that I immensely enjoyed being a part of it. I never thought I would say that about writing. In fact, if someone would have asked me in the beginning how I thought I would feel today, I think I would have said the opposite. At first, I dreaded my decision. How will I write something every day? What could I possibly write about? There came those day.

Imagination is the highest form of research, Albert Einstein. There is a new beginning. Always planning for the future. Always looking back to what was. Papers, calendars, orders, books. Notes, reminders, dates. So hard to be present in the here and now. When the past and future keep knocking on my door.

Not the first or the last time you will visit. Please go away and visit someone else. One thing about having a list is the sense of accomplishment as each item is checked off. As soon as I hit.