This is part of a series. Refer to the Blog Index if you wish to read them in order. I like to think I have the best team. All incoming nurses and interns vie for a position on my unit. I work my team hard but fair, and never ask them to put in moreContinue reading “Silence IV”
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Chicken Tortilla Soup
When my first child was born it was the very best thing that ever happened to me and also the single most horrific thing that ever happened to me. The first four to six months were positively awful. I can’t even find a way to sugar coat it. I would try to tell you howContinue reading “Chicken Tortilla Soup”
Trouble
It wasn’t anyone else’s job to tell her the truth. She wasn’t sure anyone else even knew. As far as she knew, everyone thought she was the life of the party. A party girl. A good time girl. Trouble. Part of that image was her own doing. She’d been told a rumor by a friendContinue reading “Trouble”
Silence III
This is part of a series. Refer to the Blog Index if you wish to read them in order. Mr. Easton. Of course I knew who Mr. Easton was. We’d all been waiting for him to call back for what felt like forever but was probably less than ten minutes. Still, as soon as heContinue reading “Silence III”
A Few Days In
So I’m officially a few days in to my self-imposed challenge of writing for one hour every day. I’m amazed at how the time literally flies by. My only frustration is having to stop periodically to run back and feed my baby who seems to wake every twenty minutes and realize I’m not there. Sigh.Continue reading “A Few Days In”
The List
It was the loneliness that did it. She could have handled just about anything, but being alone in a relationship broke her. For a woman used to needing loads of alone time it was a bit of a shock. She knew she’d never be a good military wife, but she never thought of herself asContinue reading “The List”
Silence II
This is part of a series. Refer to the Blog Index if you wish to read them in order. If you’d told him at twenty that he’d be starting over at forty-five and be remarried with two not-yet-teenage boys at fifty-five he’d have called you a liar while slapping you heartily on the back andContinue reading “Silence II”
Bull Shift
“What, uh, what did you do here?” He tries to sound calm, nonchalant even. “Do you like it?” I’ve been seeing them everywhere and though of you.” She’s ninety percent sure he’ll love it, but there’s a nagging anxiety inside her at all times, unless of course she’s working on one of her projects. “Permanent?”Continue reading “Bull Shift”
Silence I
This is the first part of a series. Refer to the Blog Index if you wish to read them in order. Sometimes she’d look back on her life and miss the days when she could lay in bed reading, breaking the sound of silence and the occasional turned page by getting up to pee orContinue reading “Silence I”
Start Here
Who I Am I’m a forty-year-old stay-at-home-mom (SAHM) that’s always had a passion for reading and writing. I currently live in California with my beautiful family: husband, two kids, dog, barn cat, and a handful of chickens (although I hope to live in Oregon someday). Why A Blog? I need a space to write that’sContinue reading “Start Here”
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