I want to share with you a beautiful poem. DIRGE WITHOUT MUSIC by Edna St. Vincent Millay I am not resigned to the shutting away of loving hearts in the hard ground. So it is, and so it will be, for so it has been, time out of mind: Into the darkness they go, the wise and the…
When was the last time you wrote a letter? Or received one? Perhaps a birthday or Christmas card with a handwritten note? For many, not recently. I’m…
Many people ask me about regrets. “What do people say they regret the most at the end of their lives?” I have seen this question posed numerous times. I…
Ugh. This week has been tough. So much going on in the world. The news nonstop. The hospitals we work in, still full. The politics, the anger. It feels…
“May this be a safe place Full of understanding and acceptance, Where you can be as you are, Without the need of any mask Of pretense or image.” ~from a…
I want you to meet Jane. She works at the local grocery store. All day long she rings up customers. She asks about your day, she makes sure to handle…
Yesterday, a physician whom I admired a lot, was killed in a tragic car accident, along with his wife. They leave 4 children and a grieving community…
Today, a patient I adored died. No, she didn’t die from Covid. She died from cancer. And not a good cancer. A cancer that makes it impossible to eat…
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What Death has Taught Me About Life