Misc.

It was my youngest son’s second day of work. He joined his big brother and I at a nearby grocery store. I work in the pharmacy, and he works up front. He’s the guy who asks if you want paper or plastic then kindly takes your groceries out to your car. I couldn’t be more

I was in the early training stages of my career, and my first clinical rotation took place in a nursing home. My assignment was to get the medical history from a frail, elderly woman who could not see very well. After getting a thorough history, I got up from the chair with my clipboard and

Last night, as I pulled into my subdivision after work, I noticed a couple of guys attempting to change a flat tire. I walked inside my house and sat down. My husband asked me about my day and then proceeded to ask if I had seen a couple of kids on our street trying to

I’m new to the Gram. Instagram, that is. In an effort to develop in my career, I have gingerly climbed out of my safe little cave and crept into the daunting world called social media. So when my boss suggested Instagram, I was a bit reluctant. Just when I became a pro at Facebook, I

Thank you Mama. Three simple words, I never get tired of hearing. In the morning, when I place a scrambled egg on my son’s plate. Thank you Mama. When we sit to eat dinner. Thank you Mama. Whether it comes from a high pitched seven year old, or a really deep, sounds a little like

One of the birthday traditions we have in our family is sharing what we love about the celebrant. It’s truly a special time for the birthday boy/girl who feels encouraged as they realize the impact that their life has on each of us. In his book Raising Giant-Killers, Bill Johnson refers to this as a

A dear friend of mine struggled with depression. When I came across the blog, A day in the Life of Depression, written by Jodi Harris, my heart sank. I felt as if I was reading a page out of my friend’s journal. I’ve heard these words before. “Who cares if the house is dirty? Who

I was laying flat on my OB-GYN’s exam table when I noticed the sign taped up on the ceiling that read, “I HATE THIS!” I chuckled as I read the words that most women feel but are afraid to voice aloud when they’re about to be examined.  Fortunately for me, it was only a quick

  My grandmother (Ammachi) loved chocolate.  When we questioned Ammachi about her blood sugar levels, her response was pretty standard. “Who’s checking?” she would say with a smirk.  And when this same 92 year old grandmother was asked ‘How are you doing,’ she had yet another clever and witty reply. “Better than Barzillai.” Perhaps you’re scratching your