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”

Quarantine journals: April 30

When I was younger, I had a terrifying, recurrent dream. I can’t recall the circumstances, only that we were standing in a line at a school waiting for MREs, our only source of food. It was the sort of dream where your conscious is telling you in the midst that “it’s only a dream,” butContinue reading “Quarantine journals: April 30”

Quarantine Journals: April 11

I’ve always liked Holy Saturday. Is that what it’s called? The in between. Good Friday and Easter get a lot of attention, and then there’s Saturday when nothing happens. Silence. Can you imagine being one of the disciples back then? Abandoned. Confused. Hopeless. Bewildered. Utterly disappointed. The One who was supposed to save was gone.Continue reading “Quarantine Journals: April 11”

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