Dear Ms. Shalof, Today I finished reading your book, “The Making of a Nurse.” Although you’ll probably never see this, I want to offer my thanks for your words. All of them. Each and every one.Twice I’ve begun nursing school and been unable to finish due to life-altering personal issues. In the w...
I could see Xiu-Ling, Frankie, and Nathan, along with the rest of the kids, making their way down from the cabins for pill call. One girl had beat them to it and was already there, anxiously waiting. I knew her name was Sarah but she didn’t take meds and wasn’t one of our “regulars.” When she saw...
“But what about the olives!” Mary reminds me, in my defence. She’s got a point. In my refrigerator right now, there’s a jar of dry, wrinkled black olives from Morocco, containers of green, Spanish ones stuffed with chipotle peppers, and smooth-skinned, dark Kalamata from Greece, chock full of vit...