Writing yesterday’s post was tough. I always feel a little gross about airing dirty laundry in public, but sometimes it has to be done. It's not pretty, but it’s real—and the changes over the last two years, hell even since 2012, have been nothing short of monumental. I hate to misuse …
Continue reading Hitting the Wall (Part One of Three on Change)
Well, this one’s coming out later than usual today, mainly because of circumstances that aren’t necessarily bad—but they’re fucking troubling. It’s nothing I can’t handle, but the piece I originally wrote got benched. I called an audible, because frankly, I’m the only one reading this blog anyway. It’s for me. So …
Continue reading Two Years Later: A Letter You’ll Never Read
Off to the races for the day. Someone asked me recently, "How do you come up with the posts you write?" The honest answer? These thoughts just start running through my head—and they don't let go until I get them out. After more than 30 years in healthcare, I may …
Grief has layers. People don’t always realize that. It shows up with casseroles and pity-laced texts, then leaves when it gets uncomfortable. But grief, the real kind, the kind that’s feral and unforgiving — that grief stays. It stains everything, including the quietest corners of the house. It even …
Continue reading When the Tail Stops Wagging: Grief and the Ones Left Behind
