The Journal
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WE’VE ALWAYS DONE IT THIS WAY… HAVEN’T WE?
There is an old story about a family who lived beside a river. Every rainy season,…
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THE MUG FELT WARMER THIS TIME.
This morning, I found myself staring at the tree outside my window for far longer than…
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August’s final joke
August was already packing its bags when I finally stopped to look at it properly. The…
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Same Ground
This morning began with the slightly unpleasant awareness that this is my last rest day. The…
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IT WAS JUST THE CORRIDOR… WASN’T IT?
I was sitting inside the WMI Building, just outside the room where my BLS training was…
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Borrowed Magic
It is my day off today, and I have spent an unreasonable amount of time looking…
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I’D STILL TAKE THE BARGAIN.
I sometimes wonder what the receipt would look like if time allowed returns. ITEM: one ordinary…
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Things Nursing School Never Put in the Syllabus
I used to think nursing school came with one syllabus. It did not. There was the…
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Ordinary was the Gift I almost Failed to Notice.
There is something about lighting a candle in church that makes faith look simpler than it…
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I HAD THE DIRECTIONS. THAT WASN’T THE PROBLEM.
There is a particular humiliation in watching the little blue dot on Google Maps realise you…
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FANGIRLING HAD OFFICIALLY LEFT THE GROUP CHAT
At the end of my third consecutive night shift, the hospital was beginning to brighten while…
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THE PASTA WAS GETTING COLD.
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