on not knowing. a poem.

it’s in the not knowing that the heart wrestles with pain on one side and joy on the other. not knowing whether to write or not to write, to build or not to build to preach to the captives or to stay silent. are the birds full of such angst as they gather before theirContinue reading “on not knowing. a poem.”

Violated.

I did everything I was supposed to do.  That was my heart cry when everyone–despite being fully vaccinated–came down with COVID in our home. Everyone, that is, except for me. I’m a nurse. I know how to protect myself. I know how to protect my family. So why did they all get sick, despite everything we all didContinue reading “Violated.”

On finding margin in a maddening world

I’m weary. The last eighteen months have been unlike any others, and I just want to curl up in a ball with my dog until it’s over, especially in the face of more potential pandemic-related restrictions, new virus variants, and overwhelming uncertainty. I suspect you feel the same. Recently, the Institute for Healthcare Improvement launched aContinue reading “On finding margin in a maddening world”

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