Showing posts from April, 2016

Strangers on the Internet

Lately I keep getting offered ads/links to this artist named Emily McDowell.  They were everywhere so I finally clicked on the link.  

The bots at google know me pretty well, because I loved her stuff.  She makes cards and prints and coffee mugs with cool sayings on them.  I wanted to buy all of them, but there was one in particular that really stood out to me.  It said "I will not compare myself to strangers on the internet."  (You can buy it here)

This pops into my head all the time now.  I have taken to repeating it over and over like a mantra: I will not compare myself to strangers on the internet.  I will not compare myself to strangers on the internet.  I will not compare myself to strangers on the internet.  I will not compare myself to strangers on the internet
Between Facebook, Instagram, Pinterest, and reality TV a decent amount of our recreational time these days is spent watching or clicking through "aspirational" nonsense from strangers on the interne…

Texts from My Mama

My Mama is a fabulous lady.  She is funny and fierce and sometimes weird in the best possible way.  Since I don't live close, we text a lot to keep in touch.  Her texts are priceless.  Here I offer you some of the best.  I'd warn you that they're context free, but that's the joy of her texts in general- they're almost always context free.

Mom: You know it is just a matter of days before this melodious mockingbird turns on us and starts attacking
-Apr 19 1:56 PM


Mom: That will make Whitney happy
-Apr 11 10:47 AM

Me: Huh?
-Apr 11 12:03 PM

Mom: Your blog Whitney and jesus
-Apr 11 1:05 PM


Mom: Where the blank is the honey
-Apr 3 10:07 AM

Me: On the right in the pantry
-Apr 3 10:18 AM

Mom: The new one?
-Apr 3 10:19 AM

Me: As far as I know
-Apr 3 10:20 AM

Mom: Omg found it
Apr 3 5:16 PM

Me: Where was it?
Apr 3 5:44 PM

Mom: Right in front of us in pantry
Apr 3 5:44 PM


Mom: Where oh where are you
Mar 20 3:35 PM


Mom: I am so proud of you!  I am so lucky to be a part of your life
Feb 23 9…

So this happened (UPDATED)

Y'all!  I'm so excited!  I wrote this thing and then convinced Pulse- Voices from the Heart of Medicine to publish it!  I'm so excited!

You can read it here:  We Pretend That We're Not Afraid

Pulse Shout-out: They're really cool (I promise).  If you sign up for their newsletter you'll get an email (no spam) filled with awesome stories/poems/etc related to medicine and the human condition delivered to your inbox every Friday like an end of the week present.  


UPDATE (as of 5/13/16)

And then this happened:

Ain't Nobody Gonna Wait for You

I'm not the best of fliers.  This is known.  For me a good plane trip is anyone where I don't end up tossing my cookies everywhere.

Flying back to NYC is always an adventure because there aren't any direct flights.  I'll have to take a couple of connecting flights.  These flights are usually pretty short, which is great on one hand, but not great on the other because with shorter flights I swear there's more turbulence, and in my case more turbulence means more cookie tossing.

When I finally land in NYC I always sort of want to throw myself to the ground and just lie there and catch my breath for a moment.  But I can't do that, because it's New York.  And in New York you gotta go fast.  Everyone is always moving.  And they're going fast.  I don't hate it.  Fast is fine.  But it always takes me a bit of time to get my land-legs back.  And to quell the roiling nausea.

The taxi queue at LaGuardia is really really really far away from the luggage retri…

The Greatest Love of All

It seems like hospital I'm at encourages religious organizations to come in and preach to/at the patients.  I know that hospitals have chapels and chaplains and offer religious respite to those who want it.  But I don't really think that this hospital really focuses on the who wants to talk to the preacher/chaplain/priest/nuns bit.  
The nuns can be a bit too much at times.  They wander through the hospital and try to give everyone these fliers about how Jesus is "The Greatest Love of All."  They're prepared too, they've got the same flier in Spanish, just in case you don't speak English.  They like to give them out in the elevator where the patients, families, and staff can't really say no or wander off.  One of the nuns was pretty ingenious about getting her "Greatest Love" message out there and stuck the flier in the elevator's safety warning panel.  It's been there for months.
In my head, that elevator became THE GREATEST LOVE O…