adulting, Adventures, Musings

Love Notes

I became a teenager when the “Purity Culture” in the height of its intensity. I read I Kissed Dating Goodbye by Joshua Harris and When God Writes Your Love Story by Eric and Leslie Ludy. God was going to send me my Prince Charming on a dazzling unicorn and we would be swept up in… Continue reading Love Notes

Adventures

Thanks for the Sweater

Dear Romeo, Our story was like a fairytale something that only happens in the movies or novels. I could see you orbiting like a moth circles a flame. Gently enough that it showed your interest, but not enough that it was creepy. You were lingering in my peripheral vision. It wasn’t until you wandered back… Continue reading Thanks for the Sweater

Giving Back

Reflections from AMEN clinic as a Medical Professional

In 2017, I went to my first AMEN clinic. I was a new nursing grad who was still studying for the NCLEX. That year I worked as a traffic controller/interpreter. I loved every moment of it. I was just a little bit curious what it would be like to serve in an AMEN clinic as… Continue reading Reflections from AMEN clinic as a Medical Professional

Nursing Notes

4 Secrets to Being a Better Nurse

“It works! It works!” cried my patient. Earlier, I had reset her tablet. It wasn’t working. She was very worried because she was already bored to death lying in her bed. “This doesn’t have to do with my sickness, but you looked smart,” she explained as she handed me the non-cooperative device. Her enthusiasm at… Continue reading 4 Secrets to Being a Better Nurse

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Still no word from my parents…

This week has been extremely difficult. "Let me call you back later," my dad said last Tuesday evening and I haven't heard from him since. He was preparing for Hurricane Maria to hit Puerto Rico where he currently resides, while I worried from California. I am the type of person who walks glumly around a… Continue reading Still no word from my parents…

Adventures

Of Roots, Heritage and Identity Crisis

I sat at my dinner table on the verge of an identity crisis. My mom was empathically informing me that she didn’t identify as Jamaican. All my life, I had known both my parents to be Jamaican. My dad was born and raised in Jamaica, while my mom was born in Massachusetts and raised in… Continue reading Of Roots, Heritage and Identity Crisis