The First Time
The nurse hands me a patient rooming sheet with a smile. “Last patient, Ms. Mullberry,” she sings, settling into her creaky computer chair and typing furiously. “Then it’s home, home, home for … Continue reading
Mr. Whine and I did not have the classic post-nuptial honeymoon we’d planned. Quite shortly after we were married, I became suddenly and seriously ill, so any plans for travel … Continue reading →
As soon as we stepped out of the Atlanta International Airport I remembered the humidity – like a thousand rose petals pressed close, flat against one’s skin. I felt (heartily) … Continue reading →
The nurse hands me a patient rooming sheet with a smile. “Last patient, Ms. Mullberry,” she sings, settling into her creaky computer chair and typing furiously. “Then it’s home, home, home for … Continue reading →
“Mullberry, what is this!?” “Hmm? What’s what?” “Honey, you can’t do this!” Mr. Whine thunders in from the bedroom and thrusts his iPod into my lap. I set aside my … Continue reading →
Sometimes the Shoes Do Make the Man
The Niceties
Ode to the Scrub Machine
Going Home
To the STAT-Cave
Just For a While
Motivation
A Little Less Afraid
Poor Choice Paging
Eight-Legged Early Morning Rush
My Singing Voice
No Bother
Say 'Em Doc
To Connect
With the Flow
Laterality
More and Less
Gargoyles and Games
All the Fentanyl in the World
Blueberry
Radioactive Read
Peanut Butter Prostate
The Spit Dreams Are Made Of
At A Loss
When She's Done
Spontaneous