What’s it like to be a writer with a day job? On healing, nursing, and words.

I brushed a clump of gray, wiry hair back from Mary’s warm forehead.

We’d been strangers at 7 a.m. that morning, when my nursing shift began. And now I was sharing her most intimate moment with her and her daughter as Mary took her last breath. I placed my stethoscope on her still chest and listened for a few moments, nodded to her daughter, offered a rote line of sympathy, then left the room…

See what happens next over at Christian Fiction Online Magazine, where I’m grateful to be writing today about being an author by night, and a nurse by day.

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