How many times have you seen a teenage kid with tattoos and black circles under their eyes and jump to the conclusion that they are little trouble makers in the making?
Happy Friday everybody! Welcome to my first Fan-Girl Friday blog, dedicated to my buddy, Marty Fitzpatrick. Not only is Marty a great photographer—as you’ll see in the pictures here—he is also an interesting guy. Read on and see what I’m talking about.
Another Moe. Yesterday, I’d just come home from a fun day at Karen’s house. Part work and part play. We talked about some edits on my manuscript and then we painted a corner cabinet and she let me do some funky spray paint on another piece. Imagine farmhouse graffiti – I promise it’s prettier than... Continue Reading →
I fell in love with East Nashville when I was a little girl. We used to visit my aunt Helen at her little house on Powers Ave. back when Krispy Kreme was on the corner of Gallatin and Greenwood, the Family Wash was still in the old laundromat, and the thrift store was beside the... Continue Reading →
Wandering Wednesday. We had a fun week of adventures. It started when I saw Oscar, the gopher tortoise that lives in the dunes on the way to the beach. He was enjoying the morning sun, hanging out, looking over his front yard. I didn’t have my camera that day, but I saw him again today... Continue Reading →
This is another memory from my time in pediatric cardiology, and another favorite. You never know who is going to stand up when you go to the waiting room and call a patient’s name. In pediatrics, it’s not only the patient you get to meet, but also their families. This time, when I called the... Continue Reading →
Last October, my buddy Mary Beth, a nurse I'd worked with at Vandy, the pups, and I took a trip to Pensacola, Florida. It was a spur of the moment trip – she called on a Tuesday and said, “I’ve got a long weekend coming up, want to go to the beach?” “Uh, YES.” I... Continue Reading →
Okay, here goes. This is one of my all-time favorite stories from my job at Monroe Carrell Jr. Children's Hospital - aka Vandy Children's. About three years ago I called a patient back for her echo. She was around fourteen and adorable. She had gone a little heavy on the eyeliner, but her Carhart jacket... Continue Reading →
I was almost ready to turn around and cut our walk short. The wild things were full of themselves. We'd already passed one lady on a scooter who caused them to bark and yank on their leashes - looking more like Hannibal Lecter than the sweet pups they are. The lady on the scooter laughed,... Continue Reading →