Children of the FogThrough sleepy eyes I glanced at the pale gray denseness of fog atop the neighbor’s roof. I thought at first it was smoke from their…Apr 24Apr 24
HawksA hawk flew overhead as I stood speechless in the open field breathing in the scent of pine trees and clipped grass.Jun 30, 2023Jun 30, 2023
Wholeness Is Never LostIf you’re a woman, you know that we tend to shed some of our hair as we shampoo and condition. I like to place these strands on my shower…May 10, 2023May 10, 2023
Time To FeelI’ve been clawing my way out of a dark hole these last few days. A hole that I entered to sit with old emotions that have come up to be…Mar 9, 2023Mar 9, 2023
The ScriptAre we, somehow, like actors in a play leading our lives based on a script written so long ago?Nov 10, 20201Nov 10, 20201
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(Part 4 of Surgery in the Time of Pandemic: A Personal Account in Four Parts)Part 4: ShowerApr 4, 2020Apr 4, 2020