NYC Fever

Despite the expensive rent, mobs of people, rare silence and utter chaos, I want to move to New York City. Each year on Thanksgiving my mom, sisters, and I sit in front of the television and watch the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade while silently kicking ourselves for not going yet again. Years ago, from ages…

Ready to Work?

A college senior?  Over college?  Why isn’t she failing her classes to stay?  Switching her major to force her to stay for longer?  Could she really want to be kicked off the payroll?  Live by herself?  Become immersed with the horror of the adult world and work? Well… Yes please. I’ve never been particularly excited…

One year later…

A year ago today I woke up thinking I’d spend my day as I did the day before.  The place that’s flooded with flowers, tissues, hardwood floors in patient’s rooms, very good muffins, and a sadness to it that I’m sure never leaves.  I had never thought that hospice would be a place that I’d…