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/ I hope you enjoy stepping into this unexpected blend of science and fantasy as much as I enjoyed writing it. Read it, hear it or see it–your choice!Listen HERE.Watch it HERE.Frozen TimeSomething curious happened when Samuel dressed for work. On most Mondays, his routine was meticulous: trousers first, followed by a button-up, quarter-zip, or T-shirt, […]
This Blog was originally posted in 2019 under the title Late Night Date Night. It has been revived for you now to make you laugh and to celebrate Valentines 2025. Enjoy! My Super Husband swept me off my feet for a date last Saturday night, but before we dive into the romantic bits (hello, duck liver
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This article was originally published in 2019 and resurrected for you now for no other reason than to make you laugh. Please enjoy the true story We Ate Spaghetti and This is What Happened. Super Husband was away from the hospital on a conference week, which meant he was on kid duty—pickups, dinners, and all the
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Working in the Emergency Room, I hear patient’s stories every day, but some stand out. When a veteran shared her lifetime of dedication to the post office, I knew hers was special. Shared with permission, please enjoy: Letters From Vietnam In the tenth hour of her shift, when the fluid had pooled in her feet,
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Dr. Jerry Rosebottom had grown old. His friends were dying off one by one, but for some reason, he was still here. We’re talking way past retirement. Jerry was 92 years old. He was a great clinician, but most of all, he loved his patients. As with most things, it was the act of being in
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“The clouds are changing shape,” I announced as soon as I heard her at the threshold. She hadn’t even entered the room yet, but I felt the weight of her presence in the air. I studied her face as she stepped inside, pinched and downcast, a storm brewing in her eyes. Twenty years of reading
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