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The Cars in My Life
My father bought me a 12-year-old gold Studebaker convertible that was a guy magnet. It was the car he wished he had when he was younger. I had just graduated from nursing school in 1962. At 20 years of age, I had little knowledge of car maintenance. The first time I checked…
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Where Am I Going With My Blog? Here Is the Answer
Throughout my long nursing career, I have felt nurses were mostly invisible. So, from the beginning of my first post eleven years ago, I have stressed that nurses: Since the onset of Covid, this has all changed. Nurses have been in the spotlight showing their skill, knowledge, and dedication. The public is now paying attention…
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HOLDING ON
Re-blogged from November 23, 2014 We met soon after my husband and I moved into a house in a forested community in Chapel Hill. Still working full time, I took my long walks over the weekend. As I trudged up a particularly steep hill, an older man wearing a floppy hat and listing slightly towards…
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60th Nursing School Reunion or How Did We Get This Old?
. . . we take our leave after cake and coffee with tight throats, warm hugs, and moist eyes, to say our long good-byes.

