No-Tech Weekends at Nana’s

At first,  I felt guilty when I made the rule.  In a minute you’ll probably wonder why a grown woman would feel guilty about a household rule for her grandchildren. Especially since I was raised the old school way where what the adult said goes … period. But after raising three daughters the old school…

Resist. Give up. Cut out. No way!

Resist your cravings. Give up snacking. Cut out fats, sweets, and salt. Resist. Give up. Cut out. Well, what kind of foolishness is that? Actually, it’s the exact mantra I chanted to myself when I turned 50 five years ago. I’d just seen a website that challenged a 30-day vegan trial. Well, I don’t do…

Surviving workplace conflicts

Like questionable family members, some co-workers can be the worm that bores through a perfectly good apple and ruins it. There’s always one. One who wants to curry favor with supervisors and other workers; One who’s trying to cover her own misdeeds; One who wants to make your life miserable just because … Any one…

Nightshift: Sunshine for an introvert

It’s after 12 a.m. and I’m at work, just outside of my patient’s room within earshot of his soft snore. As soon as the central air kicks back off again, the house will be prayer-room quiet. This might be the time for many people to rush to their Facebook account for a “Who’s up with…

Trump’s Two Days of Truth

Two days. That’s how long it took for Donald Trump to finally break his silence amidst media criticism. Two days. That’s how long it took for the nation to finally get a forced leadership response from a man whose incendiary Tweets and “Fake News” outbursts have nearly reached legendary status. During that time the nation…

Star Rates: Where the taxi elite shine

A few posts back, I wrote about the Lyft driver who had the nerve to call me lazy … while he was driving me to work. The star rating he got was more than generous, considering. But before him and since, I’ve had a couple of extreme cases where I handed out low-star ratings for…

The Art of the Text: the Response

What could possibly feel lonlier? I send a text; no response. A few hours go by; no response. Twenty-four hours later I feel like a person who’s standing, uninvited, on the porch of someone they believe is their friend, ringing their doorbell, knowing they’re on the other side of the door, peeping through the peep-hole.…

Armed for life

Standing at a safe distance, I watched this little woman, armed only with a napkin, fearlessly walk up close to a spider large enough to cover the center of an adult’s palm, and pick it off of her curtain. Seriously? Only two minutes before I, a woman who stands a full four inches taller, stood…

No, I’m not a Christian

I’m always amused at the expressions I get when I allow the words in that sentence to fall unapologetically out of my mouth. I’m even more amused at the sideline glances, the stares, and the total rejection from those who claim that they actually are Christians. This scenario actually played out on a hospital unit…

A Lyft for a lazy bus rider

I couldn’t believe it. Did my Lyft driver just call me lazy? Let me add that this particular Lyft driver was actually driving me to work at the time as I sat in the back seat wondering whether gifting him with a low star rating at the end of this ride might improve his “friendliness”…