My thoughts/reaction to the Uvalde Shooting — — I don’t have children…though one day I’d like to. Three, if I can afford it. Maybe that’s why it’s so hard for me to imagine it. I go cold and painful goosebumps erupt down my arms. What must those parents be feeling. What must any parent be feeling. Waking up…

I don’t need to apologize for being me. — You ignored me. I apologized for asking for your time. You tore my ideas down, striking each one, saying I didn’t know what the hell I was talking about. I apologized, and submissively agreed that you were correct. You refused, when I wanted nothing more than to go. …

Hell broke loose, and I found myself living in a nightmare. A nightmare called 2021. It’s numbing, really. That’s the best way to describe it. That feeling of growing used to grief. That feeling when you get accustomed to the sinking horror associated with death. That feeling when you roll…

Some heartbreaks never heal — Some people come into your life for a reason. Some people come into your life for a season. And, some people come into your life for a lifetime. *** You make room in your heart, allowing your love to grow for a lifetime and they walk out after a season…

It’s too much. Too many numbers. Too many hospital beds. Too many tags for the morgue. Too many senseless, preventable deaths. As a healthcare provider, seeing the number of COVID-19 related deaths and admissions, majority of them unvaccinated, has been devastatingly frustrating. Everyday the number rises. Every day I hear…

Nothing is ever too small or too insignificant to celebrate — The majority of the last two years have been a constant cycle of professional deliverables, social anxieties, and family illnesses, all dancing atop a heartbreaking pandemic. In this pit of never-ending dismay, it is hard to dig for a small sliver of happiness. While the last two years have been…

It’s the worst type of fight. And, it’s all in your head. — My opponent was among the most heinous of beasts. Standing well over six-and-a-half feet, he resembled a mix between a Greek mythological monster and a Hindu Rakshasha. The brute snarled maniacally at me, a sinister smile lighting up his crazed face as spit dripped from yellow fangs. …

My bones are chilled. My heart is hurting. — Another number. Another name. Another tag for the morgue. Another moment of my breath catching in my throat. Another phone call of tears and disbelief. ~ The way we found out was tragic comic, almost. There was a condolence call from a friend, saying sorry for your loss. In that…

I am a people-pleaser. And, I am terrified of being alone. — I tell myself it’s all in my head. It has to be, right? I have overflowing, unread messages, waiting to be opened. Responses to the texts that I send, filled with hearts and kiss emojis. Videos and reels and dances and make-up tutorials. Shared with dozens of exclamation marks and…