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Where to start, Atila wasn’t an easy dog. I previously had gone to the pound to check on the dogs, and I saw this magnificent creature with a white coat, but after a couple of months, I knew she wasn’t for us. Her energy didn’t match my family’s, and my apartment was not fit for…
I’ve always loved skincare in theory. Over the years, I bought cleansers, creams, serums, peels, and all sorts of gadgets, but most of them ended up collecting dust. I’d get motivated on a Sunday night, only to abandon my routine by Friday.Then something shifted. One day at work, one of the nurses I work with…
Becoming a Nurse Practitioner was never about chasing letters to add after my name. It was about survival, grit, and proving to myself that I could climb the mountain even when my legs were shaking. There were nights when my textbooks stared back at me like enemies. Days when my kids needed me, my patients…
Good morning and welcome again to my corner of the internet, where life is raw, messy, and unfiltered. Here, I want to share my story, not to preach or provide easy answers, but because writing is my therapy, and because maybe, somewhere, someone reading this will feel a little less alone. You might wonder why…
Being a bedside nurse for over nine and a half years has been nothing short of amazing, but it is time for me to move on. There have been moments of joy, when patients recovered and went home, and heartbreaking days, when no matter what we did, we lost them. Those experiences remind me that…
From my heart to Tony’s, written in a fleeting moment Some nights, love asks nothing more than presence, no elaborate plans, no perfect words, just two people daring to speak from the rawest part of themselves. One night, Tony and I sat together in the quiet, trading poems the way others might pass bread across…
Hunger doesn’t always start in the stomach. Sometimes it begins in the heart. A quiet ache for something grounding, comforting, familiar. Today, that hunger guided me to my local Sam’s Club. Among the bright produce and the crowded aisles, I gathered what I needed to make a simple Caprese salad. Caprese is usually the taste…
Grief has a way of rewriting the past in harsh ink. After the loss of someone we love, it is easy to replay every scene, every decision, as if a different choice could have saved them. Survivor’s guilt whispers, “If only I had been more, done more, given more, they would still be here.” But…
The first notes drifted through the living room soft at first, then swelling into a melody that filled the whole house. My daughter’s cello sang the deep, warm harmony, my middle son’s violin danced above it, and my oldest’s viola wove between them like a thread of gold. I sat back on the couch, eyes…
Today was my first day back in hospice, and this time as the provider. The morning began with the high desert sun casting its clear light over Flagstaff. I set out early, the road stretching ahead like a ribbon, driving 2.5 hours toward Yarnell. It’s the kind of drive where the landscape changes in slow…
Unfiltered, Unmedicated, Unbreakable… Sin Pastillas, Con Ají 