The Missing Lamp of Light
Scrolling my phone looking at old pictures, I stopped abruptly for a revelation (not in the prophetic sense, but ratherContinue Reading
Exploring nursing through the lens of an a/r/tographer
Scrolling my phone looking at old pictures, I stopped abruptly for a revelation (not in the prophetic sense, but ratherContinue Reading
This morning I awaken with blurred eyes, stumbling feet. With a humming tune, Be Thou my Vision, I walk. IContinue Reading
I received a call, the next thing I knew I was off on a plane. Over the course of threeContinue Reading
Walking toward the window, my shaking arm hits a knob. I open the door and fall to the floor. WhileContinue Reading
On the afternoon of December 6, 2022, I knew I was teetering on the dark hole of depression. I didn’tContinue Reading
Sometime ago . . . I start a new day drawing up the blinds. I look down to find aContinue Reading
I wanted to tell you I’m afraid of angels, but I’m really not. On February 18, 1994, I was inContinue Reading
What do you see in the photograph? A dark universe, stars, and light pollution? In nursing, we learn epistemology isContinue Reading
I’m reading Florence Nightingale’s (1969/1860) Notes on Nursing What it is and What it is Not, trying to re-connect withContinue Reading
Last week, I spent a lot of time sitting in a chair. I wish I could say I was lookingContinue Reading