Thoughts on change.

Bob Dylan must have been prophetic. Because the times, they are a-changin’.  No doubt when Dylan penned those words he was talking about the massive social upheaval happening at the time with the civil rights movement, wars and rumors of war, and much more in the early 1960s. And yet, sixty years later, change isContinue reading “Thoughts on change.”

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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