In a matter of weeks, as social workers everywhere make mention of their bosses at after-work happy hours and family dinner tables, a handful of such may… Read more “From Social Worker to Supervisor (A Promotion Tale)”
Suksma, Bali
Salvador Dali fancied himself surreal, but then again he probably never visited the islands of Indonesia. The journey would have been too grueling for his pet ocelot… Read more “Suksma, Bali “
Married by Medtech
The following blog was originally published on Life Changing Innovation. It has been reprinted below. Married by Medtech: Natalie’s and James’ Story A successful blind date is… Read more “Married by Medtech”
Hello Panic, My Old Friend
Hello, Panic, my old friend. It has been eight years since you last attacked, battering the breath from my chest and severing my will from my power. … Read more “Hello Panic, My Old Friend”
Banshee Bride
On Groundhog Day 2019, Punxsutawney Phil did not see his shadow and I promised my new husband that for us, it will always be an early spring.… Read more “Banshee Bride”
Dear Grandpa (Wherever You Are)
Dear Grandpa, Exactly one year has passed since your death. I miss you more now than ever. I am still waiting on that e-mail you promised to… Read more “Dear Grandpa (Wherever You Are)”
Just A Couch
After months of schlepping between his City Park apartment and my downtown Denver condo, my boyfriend and I officially moved in to one home. My home. My… Read more “Just A Couch”
Love’s Aftermath
I spent the better part of the last decade on an exhausting, confusing and sometimes traumatic search for true love. I wanted to feel giddy as I… Read more “Love’s Aftermath”
To My Faithful Followers (Part 2)
To My Faithful Followers (Part 2)- This week marks the second anniversary of my first public blog post on “Confessions of a Banshee.” It consequently also marks… Read more “To My Faithful Followers (Part 2)”
The Perfusionist & Myself
Recently I attended a “progressive dinner” in my condo building. It sounds like an avant-garde gathering of enlightened neighbors; it was not. It was a Caribbean-style meal,… Read more “The Perfusionist & Myself”