by Nancy Sharp If I collected a dollar for every fearful thought I’ve had over the years, I’d never lack for funds. Imagine the good in the world I could do. Fear was once my regular companion. As a young professional, I worried about my career and whether I was making the right choices. I
Dear one – (Yes, you, the one holding this paper; the one in the scrubs or the white coat, the one with the long list of tasks and the endless needs of patients, the one being rushed back to the phones or to the cleaning cart or the meal trays – you!) Listen. You are
by Jessica Williams Grieving comes easily for no one. And yet, it is something every person on this earth will experience in one way or another. For grief, loss, the deep painful feeling of emptiness, is born of the lack of the only other thing that all of us share – connection. Of course, we
Editor: This is the poem I chose for Fathers Day, written by David Harkins. You will find both a ‘he’ and a ‘she’ version on the web. I chose the ‘he’ because it says what I want about the passing of a father. I’ve learned that Harkins wrote it as the ‘she’ version, and that
“We’re All Anxious, Sweetie.” The sign said, “Keep your windows rolled up. Pull up slowly to the first table, put your car in park, and wait for instructions.” A masked and energetic man came to the driver’s side of my car and held a printed sign up to my window which read: “Please call me
