Happenstance doesn’t Happen

A traveling nurse by the name of Theresa, sporting a colorful scarf over a plaid top, sat down next to me at gate 150 of Tom Bradley’s International wing at LAX. Throughout our thirty-minute conversation, she called me, “honey child,” and “mama” singing my praises […]

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Familiarity with Death

It has been awhile and I would apologize for the absence but I wouldn’t be acknowledging my need for the disconnect. I would be doing my peace of mind a disservice. I’m happy to inform you all that while I haven’t been posting blogs, I […]

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