When I was growing up, I always saw my mom as a force to be reckoned with. Her petite frame concealed the inner strength and fight within her. Over the
There really ARE angels among us. I just saw them. 3:48 a.m., Progress West Hospital, O’Fallon, Missouri. Nurses who practice empathy right along with medicine. Nurses who understand my mama’s
Eleventh grade was a bit of a whirlwind. Accumulating homework assignments, standardized testing, a jam-packed extracurricular schedule, and anticipation for college applications pushed me further and further into a bubble.
