I’ve tried to reel myself in on the best of what I know that would be helpful to nurses today. I struggle with this because of my contorted view of nursing. I am grateful and proud to have been trained and to have enjoyed a paid career as a nurse,in my case a registered nurse. … [Read more…]
Sweet Honey & the Rock’s beautiful accapella harmony of Stay a Little Longer is about urging a lover to remain, stay a little longer, staaay a little looonger with me. I recall The sweetness and stickiness of love The pull the connection The pain of separation Staaay. Staaay a little looonger. Stay a little longer … [Read more…]
My school clothes were shed as the nun directed. I stood in nothing but panties, socks and shoes in the basement of the convent. All the other girls wore slips or undershirts. Alone, I stood bare-chested in the chill of the concrete room waiting to be fit with a satin frock for May Crowning.
I want my words to make you weep To gasp, recoil and laugh I want to surprise To shock and sometimes blur your consciousness Let my ink glide and salve the wound that needs licking Let me expose and eviscerate offenses and tenderly repair the hurt
1963 Age 11 Bat We grew up in the home where my dad was born. The middle room contained a door that opened to a short, steep flight of unfinished wooden stairs leading to the attic. It was dark, ominous and terrifying to kids who lived in more modern homes. I loved the attic. The … [Read more…]
It was late May, Graduation Day for the class of 1969 of Perpetual Frustration. The gaggle of over- wrought, competitive, impatient, adult wanna-bees wilted among the cool limestone columns of the cathedral walls. It was the mandatory practice ceremony to get the heck outta town. This women’s academy and time of life had simply grown … [Read more…]
An art project at age nine was using a sponge to apply watercolors to paper creating pansies. This child didn’t know pansies. But the process revealed heart shaped petals in purple and yellows. Ohhh, it’s a flower! A pretty flower. Her mother’s sincere acceptance of this gift of the pansy painting imbedded them into her … [Read more…]
Anniversary 30 years… surprising, shocking, comforting, even triumphant. We both feel proud at our achievement. We proclaim our love/gratitude. Surprised how language of love morphs over the years.
Only weeks after awkward bed bath simulations on each other and not more than three patients, freshmen nurses were assigned to three half days of patient care on the medical-surgical services. Assignments were posted the afternoon prior to the big day. The freshmen sprang toward that bulletin board like it was a ribbon at the … [Read more…]
I will always hold my parents and parochial school teachers in high regard for teaching all who dwelt within the importance of manners. Please and thank you were words learned just shortly after Dada and Momma. The please was more understood and sincere in it’s wanting of something. As a kid, thank you lost its … [Read more…]