When I don’t know how to be still
Even when I don’t know how to be still, you whisper your promises through the sunset and I know that you are God and you are still good 💜 #nofilter
Confessions of a PICU nurse
I am really nervous to write this, but being a writer somehow equates to vulnerability. And it seems that there’s always at least one person who’s life is touched by […]
Sleep is a wonderful thing
I don’t think I’ve truly appreciated sleep before. In the past I compromised an hour here and there to go out, to catch up on errands, and let my busy […]
Surviving Night Shift
This week I completed my first two weeks of night shift. Yikes!
Her Name Means Wild 