learning

The Lifter of my Head

My vision was blurry as I blinked the gritty sand away. As I did, I heard the little voice say, “Are you mad, are you mad, are you mad?” As I opened my eyes I saw her–the curly haired 4 year old shaking and cowering as she repeated the question. “Oh, sweetie–I’m not mad.” SheContinue reading “The Lifter of my Head”

I am a slow learner. I am smart. But with certain things, it take me a long time to get it. And learning is usually painful. Always has been. I have a distinct memory of doing flashcards with my mom when I was 4 and having anxiety about not knowing how to read going intoContinue reading “Learning”

Just…

I closed the door, wiped my brow, sloshed some hand sanitizer in my hands, and checked the pager on my hip. I rushed to the trauma room, with IPAD and book in hands, bubbles in my pocket. I almost collided with my intern. Ugh, she said rolling her eyes. I just did the most annoyingContinue reading “Just…”