This morning I was sitting at my desk going through the stacks of cards I received for my birthday.
If there’s one thing most people know about me, it’s that I’m not an “outdoorsy” person.
This week has been an incredibly long one. I don’t know exactly what it is about getting older which makes things always a little more sentimental.
“When you come to the end
of your rope, tie a knot and hang on.”
Did you read Erica’s post on choosing a word to inspire your year?
Today I had the privilege of taking care of one of my favorite patients.
Friday night was one of those nights I sat there in awe wondering, “how can I be so blessed?” Like many people my age, I don’t have family closer than 3.5 hours away and am not married.
Friday was the day of great revelries with costumes, candies, and corpses. The one day of the year when you are allowed to be what you are not.
In the suburbs of Chicago, the words “bonfire,” “camp fire,” and “fire pit” are used interchangeably to describe a fire built in a back yard.