It’s March 11 2021. This is a post for the moments in between.
This is what I do on Sundays, or thereabouts.
There is no cause for grief. To my grandmother.
Nothing beats the experience of being in the thick of actual patient care.
The struggle to search for meaning. It’s 2020. There’s art.
Three thousand words on zoom classes, study tips, online friends, and mindfulness.
This sushi bake is popping, creamy, and satisfying. It’s a pass for me!
This time last year I was bawling my eyes out in a public restroom.
I was born with an extremely rare and incurable disease…
Don’t think too hard about it. Time does not exist.