Dear Journal, I know it's been awhile. Nearly three weeks. I had no idea it had been that long. Wait. That sounds bad. I don't mean it that way. It's not that I haven't thought about you in these three weeks. It's just, well, life gets in the way sometimes, you know? But, I promise… Continue reading Dear Journal
"If my cell goes out and you get a call from xxx-xxx-xxxx that's me calling from room CDU #6."That is an excerpt from a text I sent at 9:42pm on Monday, July 22 from my comfy bed in the Clinical Decision Unit of the hospital. (Well, comfy in comparison to the horribly UNcomfortable bed, in… Continue reading I Can’t Believe I Left My Cell Phone Charger At My Desk: My Adventure In The Emergency Room
And to my left...were leaves. Until a couple of hours ago. I posted before about my new reading and writing spot. I can't begin to tell you how much I love my kitchen desk. I spend hours a day sitting there. One thing I really love about it is that to my right is the… Continue reading Give A Girl A Hand Saw
I am not a professional writer and I do not pretend to be one. Writing is something I do for fun. Writing feels natural to me. I enjoy the process of corralling a mishmash of my thoughts and refining them into a cohesive flow of words that other people may or may not read. But,… Continue reading If I love to read and write so much, why don’t I just do it?
On a Thursday evening in April 1976, a couple in their driveway heard their neighbors call out, "Are you having the baby?" The husband shouted, "Yes!", much to the excitement of the neighbors. Followed quickly by, "April Fools! No, we're just headed to Lamaze class." You see, their baby wasn't due for two more weeks.… Continue reading Thirty-Seven Years Of Stories To Tell