Call me “Crispy”

I made it three weeks in Cytology, at which point I was begging my old boss for anything back in the lab portion of the building. There’s a small part of me, listening to the voices of old programmed responses in my head, telling me that I’m a failure. On the other side of the […]

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Where was I again?

I don’t write as often as I should, and I don’t actually foresee that as changing in the coming months. Can’t say that I’m particularly proud of this – writing helps me to focus, to evaluate, and be present. No matter how I slice it though, it falls slightly behind hygiene, sleep, and spending time […]

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Not to be Morbid

Most people get very squirmy when the topic of death and dying comes up. Totally understandable, it can have some unpleasant memories of loss and uncertainty. However, it really is unavoidable. At some time, for whatever reason, Death will find you and move you on to – well, whatever comes next. I chose Sir Terry […]

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