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”

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”

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