I could use some chicken noodle soup right now, but this is the best I can do without a stove.
Because I love her hands clasped, compressions on his chest counting to thirty under my breath as my partner cut through the fabric of his buttoned shirt thirteen year old told me last week “I want to die every single day!” and I thought immediately, I want to die every other day life is […]
Temer, I meant to tell you dead bodies aren’t that bad
I am slowly putting my thoughts down in prose again.
Today marks my one year anniversary with Emergency Medicine.
A short answer to an impossible question.