The Best Worst Profession
One day back in 1980 I was visiting my parents in Matteson, Illinois. I had been out of nursing school for a year and was currently working at an NICU in Chicago. I was tired, stressed, burnt out, challenged and questioning my decision to become a nurse.
It’s A Wonderful Life
I am thinking I have cried over the movie “It’s a Wonderful Life” for at least 60 years. It is, by far, one of my favorite movies. As many times as I have watched it I never and I mean NEVER fail to cry at the end.
HOLIDAY PEACE??
As a new nurse I had worked the night shift so after dinner I laid down to catch up on some sleep. It was Thanksgiving and I woke to the loud voices of my family reminiscent of 20 years before on a cold Thanksgiving day.
Wait, I need to call my Mom!
My Mom died in 2009 and a day still does not go by that I don’t think “oh, I have to call my Mom about that.”
The Birthday Party
Forty years ago, I experienced a miracle—the first of many in my nursing career.

Once Upon a Circus
Every summer there was a flurry of excitement when we started seeing Circus Vargas posters around town.

Three Life Preservers and a Rope
The other day I read about a little girl who fell to her death through a hole in the Golden Gate Bridge.
