More desperate than the night-shift
There were quiet nights too, but the nights that stick out in my memory are the crazy ones. The labor and delivery ward overflowed, none of the babies willing…
When separation hurts
The start of a new term has always been for me an exciting time. Today was somehow different. Oh, yes, it will be good to be back in the routine…
When you feel badly for struggling (again) . . .
I was reminded last week as I was beating myself up. “Why can’t I live in the truth when I’ve been given so many gifts of grace? What’s wrong…